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She's the girl who sits and watches while others live a charmed life. The girl loves to write but doesn't know if she's any good at it. She loves rainbow sprinkled ice cream on a rainy day. She loves to take walks with the wind blowing. Giggling should be made a career. She tells you her secrets in not so many words.

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    • Wednesday, May 07, 2008 8:45 PM

    that writer; she came back

    This was a two year overdue trip. This was something that has been nagging at the back of my mind since that first time I heard Arasu wasn't doing too good. This was to my second home =)

    There was always something that concerned everyone whenever I tried to take the trip. It was no help that the only bus company traveling up wasn't exactly the safest. So I was constantly at odds; with both myself and the parental unit. But this time nothing of the sort was an issue because two others tagged along.

    It was a three-hour ride and I was to be on the lookout for a Petronas gas station.
    When I saw the gas station, I turned jumpy. It was hard to believe that in a matter of minutes we would be among those I've waited so long to meet. I'll never forget the sight of that gas station.

    The two days were definitely too short and I was aware of that even when I embarked on this visit but at that time what little time there was felt enough. I was wrong. There were so many things to do and say but there wasn't enough time.
    A longer trip is in the works.

    If you could push through and take a look, you'd see.
    You'd really see what I see. You'd understand. You'd believe.     If you would only listen. You'd be able to discern what I'm saying and what you want to hear me saying.
    But all of these are merely if(s) are they not? Even if I said please a million times, you'd find it difficult.
    You'd walk away. You'd think crossly of me.

    i miss.
    the honesty. the unconditional love. the non-judgmental disposition. the genuine cheers. the strive. the spirit.

    i miss it all.


    minx wrote at8:45 PM
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