i think tomorrow will be good,

more anita yo!

and finally, one good thing of wearing specs: it hides your dark eye circles and puffy eyes surprising well.

especially mine.

he was wearing an orange-striped shirt; wisps of white hair crowning his head, his figure stocky and plump. on his left hand, he carried 2 big red plastic bags full of flattened drink cans as he struggled to balance the weight of them and his right hand gripping onto the bus’s pole. is he collecting and selling those 5-cents worth cans for a living? i wondered.

this scene pains my heart somehow and i find myself looking away, unable to study him any longer.

"take a seat, uncle, please take a seat", i wanna say.

somehow, those wisps of white hair and those wrinkles on his face, reminds me so much of my dad. and this is the reason why it pains me so.

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wednesday was erni’s last day at LS TM and honestly, we were quite glad to see her go. may we never met again.

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part of me is kinda happy that on national day, i’m working morning shift. so maybe, just maybe, someone will date me out to see fireworks at esplanade like the good old days? but no, i dont really think anyone will do that. so i’m not that happy afterall. but then again, do i really wanna be reminded of those memories that it’ll trigger?

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i hate school. weekly report for last week not finished when we were supposed to, last wednesday. i hate hate school now. today i heard the HERO song on my ipod and i felt like crying. this morning did not started out well. i hate you borrowing money from me. where are your pay? where did you spent them on? i wanna questioned. in the end you tell me, ‘dont have nevermind’ and you walked out. what am i supposed to do? you tell me? the tone in your voice was determined to invoke the guilty cells in me. and in the end, i loaned you 4/5 of my allowance. reason why? i cared lots for her. the thought of her paying for EVERYTHING when you go out with her, instead of the other way round makes me steamed. i hate this repetition. why cant you surprised me for once and change? why?

and to think i care for you too.

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this world is insane sometimes. you felt different at different times. you can have friends to lunch with you everytime, friends who teased you, friends who wave and say hi to you when you pass each other by, and sometimes, friends who took the bus home with you. but how come the loss feeling is still there? you still feel lonely, out of place. how can this be? what had went wrong?

you laughed with your colleagues, gossiped with your friends, but after school’s over, shop’s door clanged closed, you went your ways, ‘hey bye, see you tomorrow!" and thats the end.

i wonder what went wrong again, how did things started and tilted this way?

and once again, taadaa a post filled with questions and no answers.

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anita blake, vampire hunter, is good. one book down.