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greencrapz
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Name: short
Birthday: 12/30/1987
Gender: Female
Interests: sound.males.books.my laptop.nothing.
Occupation: sampah/student
Industry: Baa Baa Land
Message: message me
Member Since:
12/1/2006
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| It is another day, another night.
Nights are always the worst, because this is when before we go to sleep, we used to just lie and chat.
In the very beginning it was for hoursssss until the birds started to chirp and we knew we had to go to sleep. But it was all worth it even though we turned up to class next day a zombie.
Then, it would be just maybe an hour or so because now we know each other well already, but still new enough that there were still stuff to find out about each other. Lying side by side with the lights off and chatting and just getting to know each other day by day.
Next, it would be just be less than hour. This is because we started being flat mates and given that we have been seeing each other every day and chatting so much, now living together, we really do see each other nearly every waking hour. So at nights, we just have a quick update on how the day has been and if any interesting gossip pops up.
Then, its just 15 minutes, a quick short catch up and a kiss goodnight because we had been living together for 2 years now. And somehow we had stuff to do before sleeping so we always ended up too tired to talk.
and then I went away on a holiday, whereby we didn't see each other for 5 days... and sometimes I may have forgotten to text good night, when it used to be checking and texting you all night.
Now, there is no more lying beside each other before we sleep. Just a little bit of awkward talking. Because if I talk too much then it feels like nothing has changed when it has.
Now, there is no more goodnight kisses. No more goodnight hugs.
No more you.
Maybe when I go to sleep, and wake up the next day, it will all go away and it could just be a dream.
Or maybe I'll go to sleep and wake up knowing that it all happened and I'll stop denying it and just believe it happened. 
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| He asks me "are you okay?"
and every time I say "I'm fine".
Am i okay?
Are you okay?
I know I'm not, I just say it because I want to be. But I'm not. Thanks to you. 
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| Its funny how only sad incidents make me want to write.
Is it because I can't tell anybody how I really feel, except write it in a very cryptic manner?
went through some of my last few posts, and realised it was all about change. Guess even back then, change was a big part of my life. What more now?
The very last post had a title called "you broke my heart" with a picture that was taken during a good time in our lives. It could be today's title too, only difference is now its true.
and then I stumbled upon the post on the uni korean day, which was such a coincidence since I just went to a Korean Day yesterday.
This picture was from 2 years ago. This was what I always looked forward to--> those curly potato sticks.
Only difference is now I am not in the photo and he was sharing the potato not with me, but with his friends.
Friend, which is what I should be too.
Its funny how there is only a smiley heart in the emoticons list, there is no broken heart.
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| this is my heart
not an apple, not a circle. LOL.
this is proof that i can't draw,
not on paper, and not in air.
but i did take a successful picture. 
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