revival & survivors.

I deleted the previous entry because, well, i hated reading it.

I've missed you. I miss being around you, being a part of your days. I want to do mundane and boring with you. I'm ready to gamble on my luck - just to see if there really is zilch/kosong/nothing left. To me, you're worth it. You know what, in fact, I don't even care if at the end of the day I'm left with nothing, no part of you at all because you just cannot afford anything. I'd never forgive myself if i let go now. I refuse to believe that it was all just a ruse.

How can it be when everything wasn't just skin deep? And i think you know that I'm not an idiot... so don't you dare dismiss me; thinking that it's the impulsivity of the young and experienceless. Things change. But guess what, they can change back. I'm not hoping. I'm just, proposing. And it's two different things. Because when you propose something, you flick on your best persuasive mode, and leave it all up to the client.

Maybe i'm doing it all wrong. It's not like closing a deal, is it? It's too complicated. Do you wait around? Just let time play everything out for you? I don't believe in that. Fate? Bah.

Sometimes it's the work of fate,
But the chances we create,
Always seem to ring more true.
You took a chance on befriending me.
I took a chance on knowing you.

I don't need a response on this from anyone. But if you think you have something to say, feel free to drop me an email or text me. I forbid assumptions. So ask first.

My loving auntie will kill me for this - so NO, i refuse to run with you tomorrow. Hahaha.

Still, i had a fantastic day. Pictures soon! I'm dead shagged.

Goodnight blog. I love you blog. And i'll probably de-activate you soon too. Because i'm trying out tough love. Ha.