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 16:41 - “To those who leave their homes in the cause of Allah, after suffering oppression, We will assuredly give a goodly home in this world: but truly the reward of the Hereafter will be greater. If they only knew!”
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Cleaning out the old box / 2:24 AM

hey child, listen to the sandman by you.

"You know what? I think you are one of the reasons I'm turning into an angry kid. After you came back, I thought I would never have to touch my written diary anymore; the diary filled with my overflowing emotions about your absence. For so many weeks or months maybe we've not talked even online and now it seems I don't see if you're online, I just check if you're still offline. It saves me the bitterness of being disappointed. (removed some sentences due to inappropriateness)

Thanks. Seriously. Thanks for calling me that night of so long ago and giving me hope that reached pluto in a day. Thanks for now my wishes upon the stars have been for you but none have came true. Thanks for now I miss you so badly but I have a feeling you don't at all. Thanks for showing me how much you care."

I found this somewhere and I can't (or don't want to maybe) remember who it was for or when it was written. Somehow I feel like I'm getting used to losing things. I read somewhere about the anatomy of losing a wallet. I've lost a wallet every year in secondary school and I remember the fear of telling my parents about it. I remember whining about all the things I've lost in that wallet; precious photos, money, transport card, etc. But I can't help realising that after losing so many things, I'm getting used to knowing I won't get any of them back.

Like recently, I lost my Billabong pencil case and I didn't even realise it but when I did, I was already making plans of getting a new one or not getting one at all. I realise that I like that pencil case and I realise I hold on to such small things dearly. I remember just last week I thought I lost my phone and instead of panicking, I was busy preparing myself of how to tell my parents about it and how to contact people without a handphone because I wasn't planning on replacing my sim card.

I don't know but I think the word 'replace' stings my heart like biting into an ulcer three times. Oh well, marshmallows always have expiry dates. I guess it's just one more thing I have to get used to not being around (although I've tried and failed badly).

I want a pet cat and I shall name it Luna.

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