mondays...

it's monday.

there are a few reasons that makes this monday special:

1) its the first monday i'm able to wake up at 11
2) its the first monday i don't have to wake up thinking about what time the o's will start
3) its the first monday when i've woken up with nothing in mind of what to do other than slacking and prayers
4) its the first monday i've woken up as a 16-year-old
5) its the first monday i felt bad waking up to coz i just wanted to continue sleeping

i'm still going to be emo these few days and continue posting up my works. and hadi suggested i translate some of the malay writings. i'll see how it goes. cause sometimes in the process of translation, the meanings behind the works gets lost. so, as i said, i'll see how it goes. and btw, i may not be online tomorrow, as i'll be going to johor to shop or be going job hunting and window-shopping in town. we'll see how it goes.

"only time will heal all wounds," they say.
"they don't know the true feelings of getting rejected time and time again. its like getting stitches for a wound and it keeps re-opening, without the wounds getting healed," i reply.
"well, maybe, the wounds aren't really there."
"i can lie about many things, even about my very existance; but i'll never lie about getting hurt."