I have to catch everybody

If they start to go over the cliff

A la casa.

You know that feeling? It’s as if you’re hollow. Empty. Like everything you do just falls right through you.

Nothing feels right. Like a sense of loss hangs in the air. Some sort of grief that envelops you, overwhelms you.

What was it? Was it the guy?  The place? Leaving home? Or  just the simplicity that was?

How could a simple question struck me hard?

I should know better. No pain. No gain. The cycle of life.

The truth is, I don’t know whatever it is that makes me feel this way. Feel like I was 10 again. That feeling of dreading to go to school. But back then, I could pretend to be sick. Not now I can’t.

And I’m trying as hard as I can to absorb Kluang as much as possible. I know it won’t be enough to fill the void. But at least, I’m trying.

Reality.

I want a time machine. Or teleportation will do.

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Yo Momma!

It’s true what they say about things being easier said than done. For the past few days, I learned that well, things really are easier said than done.

Sometimes things are being said too  much, you wonder if any of  it is true.Whether it was really meant to be said.

And then there’s that about you knowing your limit only when it’s been tested. It’s a tricky thing. And the truth is nobody should question anyone else’s limits. Be it good or bad. And no one should justify their actions. Because at the end of the day, you’re the one who has to live with your actions and doings and the consequences. And you’re the only that knows why you did it. Who cares what others think of it.

And and and I realized who I put myself as first. I’m her daughter more than anything else. I mean, anything else, I’m very clear about where I want to stand.

Gahh! It’s good to be back home.But only a few days until I have to come back to the land of the judgementals and the unforgiving. Yes, there are good people there but for the most part, the negative things are the ones you remember most.

Oh one more thing, I want a man! Yes, a man. Not a boy!

Break a leg!

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