Sunday, January 18, 2009
When I was happy.
I have to admit that I miss him terribly. I was reading a novel when I found myself constantly linking the story to my own life. The feelings described in the book matches mine at times. Predictably, the ending in the novel was a happy ending, with the man doing a grand gesture just to get the woman, whom he finally realized he loved, back. How I wish I had a man I love fight for me, capture my heart, make me smile gaily every single day.
Oh well.
Work has been tolerable. I don't quite drag myself to work as much as I used to because there are so much to look forward to when I'm surrounded with my colleagues. It's just the journey to and fro that's a tad difficult. Thank goodness for engaging books or I would have gone mad from seeing sports bike or couples or smelling scents that would remind me of him. It's a horrible feeling. I haven't cried since I said goodbye and I would hate to finally break down one of these days. I should prepare myself as the period before my menstruation is coming soon. And you know what PMS can do to a girl.
However, I am beginning to accept the fact that maybe this is not my time. Maybe I'm not meant to be in love with anyone. At least not yet anyway. I suppose that is alright with me. I've many more years to come and many more places to explore around the world. Many more people that I would meet.
Anyway, here are some photos that I just felt like putting up. It's going into my archive so one day I'm going to read back and relive it, and claim how interesting my life is. Haha.


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In my own world,
8:07 PM