Pookie

I know you don't visit here and you would probably never find your way here either. But none of that would stop me from writing this post.
It's been so long since we've talked and it's been even longer since we've seen each other. What bothers me more is the fact that none of the last few conversations or meetings have been what we would have both liked it to be. Right now, there are so many things that I want to tell you. I wanna tell you how much Ironman rocks. And that I can't wait for Hellboy2 to be released and it better not suck. I know you'll laugh at me when I tell you that I forgot about that wine tasting class that I was so excited about. Then you'll tell me I'm silly for telling you that the bears says hi. I don't want to pick up the phone to call you and say all that. Because you'll know that I miss you. And I truly do.
I wish you'd do all that for me. I wish you'd call to tell me how you are. To tell me that you're fine and ask if we could chat for a bit. You won't ask me those difficult questions anymore and we'll both chat till morning. And there won't be those moments where I catch the pain in your voice and the bitter silence that follows that.
I lied when I said I don't remember the good times. But I meant it when I said I thought more of the bad times. It wasn't because I chose to, it was the only thing I could think of at those moments. After all this time though, my memory is failing me. I'm beginning to forget many things. The good, the great, the bad, the awful. Though sometimes, when I least expect, I find small reminders of you. I forgot your nickname, Pookie, but now I remember and I remember very clearly why. Although I may forget the details, I promise I will always remember what we had. Always.

Thank you for being there, always

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I tried to get the most similar pictures but not all came out successful. So, make do. Heh. I spent a lot of time looking and uploading. I'm so proud of myself :)

There is no title

There is so much that I want to say, so much that I want to do. But I can't. I am not being cliche.

Is it possible to miss someone who is standing right in front of you?

College

Was going through some old pics and decided to put them up here, for reminiscence sake. Don't tell me how different I look, cause I think I still look the same. The only thing that changes constantly is the hair and body weight. Yala I know, now I'm fatter. Dowan to listen. Hmh.






Sometimes I miss college. My schedule was so flexible back then. It was very flexible because I chose my subjects according to their time slots, which in turn caused me to have a plethora of weird subjects being transferred. But then, a lot of the subjects were fun and I ended up liking them a lot.

Ok for real this time

I started this blog many years ago. And then some time after I started it, I got paranoid that people would actually start reading my blog and take every single word that I type seriously, so I deleted everything. Then I restarted, with the intention of writing a blog which logged my daily life, but without reference to anyone or anything else. But while trying to type out an entry, it turned out quite impossible to just revolve around me. So, I abandoned the blog and started writing stupid stuff again only when MSN Space came about few years ago. And even at that, it was a parody of the animal story that my then-future, now-previous roomate had written. It was funny while it lasted, and I wished that I had kept those stories. And when I got back from the trip to California/Vegas, I had this damn semangat angin to start blogging again, and I did blog but its just been saved in draft all this while. I figured, that since now I'm beginning to forget the trip, I might as well log as many memories as possible, so that I can remember them when I get older.