and so... life has taken for a turn..
to start off... job at Changi Airport.
Thanks to Mr. Sengoyan and My Bhai, all was gd and nice and sleepy and boring.
and yes scratching Sengoyz.
Reuben and Fang Xian. Pretty nice.
End of Chapter 1.
Chapter 2.
turning the pages...
i had a fight with Valvinpal Kaur. babe. we have no more motherf*ckers to fight over abt
Balachandran. In the 7 odd yrs i know you, my my. u amuse me. u just hate the mirror in me, dun u? wahaha.
Chapter 3.
i am seriously contemplating a double degree in india. one in Tamil Literature and the other in Carnatic Vocal. my parents aint very receptive abt this. B.A. to be done in Loyola college and Carnatic to be in Kalakshetra i think.
i mean, hell i aint living for anyone except amma anymore. so its just her to decide. btw this is only if SMU screws me up. i think they are planning. or if my fate is it, i am settling my ass in NUS.
Chapter 4.
Some things and some ppl just have not left my mind. sometimes i really wonder if life itself is a facade. i miss most of my friends, especially Rejabunnisah. Hell Ram family misses u babe. whr the hell are you? its so sick tt we cant even find u, and to top it all off, i feel so responsible. G, we need u. maybe i do. come back.
apart from tt, Daddy. u got me killing my feelings.
Musa. i haven said this word in yrs. nostalgia kills once again. walls have ears and so does this screen. i hate how this blog is watched. hell if not. only if not.
but hey hey hey. life has ended for some stuff. so let this be just as complicated as ever. scenes of life better left unrepeated. and bastards of feelings are better left unkindled.
Chapter 5.
ntg left much for this petite woman to say.(i think). except that my nephews have gotten me in love with em all over again and i am gd n gd with all this work that gets feelings and emotions outta my mind.
maybe Val u nvr seem to understand y Shree gets so bo-chap half the time.
i guess its cos i have realised wat and for whom life is worth living for? wat is a man who came n bashed u outta ya life and still claimed to hold ur love? wats a man who held ur heart in his hands with his eyes onto another woman's chest? wats a fren who seeks solace in ur arms and later sees her dreams of friendship with another? wats a dad who sees u as a hindrance of his time and savings? wats a mirror when it refuses to reflect ur true emotions and portray a facade constantly; just cos u wanna keep smiling abt how shit ur life really is???
c'mon. Shit happens. but u just cant let it happen to u all the time. it has to stop. but beware once it does, there's out for more.
so with all these, Shree ends with sleepy note.
The day has ended, and the dawn awaits me with surprises.
F the world and hold ur wits.
u nvr know which bastard wld wanna tear down ur shine.
Adioz