I have not been writing blog post using a notebook for some time. And all that memories came to me while I’m typing this. Also it reminds me how I love notebooks rather than PC.

Here I am, discharged from the hospital in the late morning after spending 48 hours in it due to food poisoning. It is the first time for me to be admitted in such reason. At instant I remembered how I fought the H1N1 virus at home for 3 days. Silly me. I should have admitted then too, but I did not. All that didn’t happened because I’m one stubborn person I think. This time the vomiting made me surrender earlier. Imagine u vomit nearly once every hour and when you thought you would stop when nothing is in your stomach, it did not. To make things worse, diarrhea pay you a visit.  I’m in the midst of recovering now and I’m giving myself excuse for not working on my assignment. BAD me.. hahahahaha

I’ve just watched the movie ‘P.S I Love You’ though I wanted to watch that years ago. Like a phrase aunt Patricia told Holly, “all alone or not, you gotta walk ahead.. Thing to remember is if we’re all alone, the we’re all together in that too..”

at times I couldn't stop myself from wondering those people went to pee or wash the porcelain throne?
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>>>>> some indian songs have been playing the whole morning, reminding me it is deepavali tomorrow.
Happy Deepavali, mates..!!!

that mini me

You better watch out,

You better not cry,

You better not pout, I’m telling you why..

Santa Claus is coming to town..

I know, I know it is not even December yet. And nobody knows whether we’ll be having Christmas for sure this year. I like Christmas. I enjoy singing those carols while decorating the Christmas tree. But all these have been just another sweet memory. For the past 7 years, Christmas no longer enjoyable to me. Reason? I did not celebrate Christmas like I used to have. 

I remembered how we used to play a game called ‘secret santa’. How we tried hard to keep our identity as a secret, how we tried hard to surprise that someone and how we being mean. It was wonderful memories. Bit by bit, all the memories revolving in my mind, both the good and bad. Then I remembered how I got hurt. It is painful, but without all those, I will not appreciate what I have today. 

Any moment the clock ticking, counting down to the arrival of nebiru, or so called the end of the world. Suddenly, I have a wish. I hope the 13 of us would come out for a drink, with no hard feelings. Just ourselves and honesty. I wonder could this be true.