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Friday, January 08, 2010

When you're so down and you look through your contact list in search for someone
to talk to and you realise there's no one.

So what if you have 100+ contacts in your
phonebook/MSN/Facebook and there is no one there when you need them most.

So many things inside.

I feel like walking down the streets and randomly pulling
someone to accompany me for coffee so that I can just yadda yadda away.

Im so saturated Im afraid I might suddenly collapse from a heavy heart.

I'm sorry to be negative in my first post of the year but I've been waiting so long.

Somehow this horrid place I call home is the only thing I find comfort in.

I could just do anything and be anyone.

Its the one thing I always look forward to when Im out admist people I dont belong with.

Home is where the heart is.

The comfort of seeing my toothless grandfather ( who wears dentures) grinning
whenever he sees us just gets the heart all itchy.

Though I complain of boredom when Im over at his's, its one place so filled with love, that all I want to do all day is snuggle up beside him
and just scratch his back for him, cut his toe nails, moisturize
his leg anything at all because all you feel is L-O-V-E.

The feeling of acceptance regardless of race, size, intelligence or weatlh.

Its time like this I miss that old man of mine.
I should go see him soon.

Give him a BIG FAT HUG and squeeze every ounce of juice out of him.

I'm so sick and tired of feeling sick and tired!

Theres no head or tail in this post but heck! what gives!

Oh and

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
we're going into our 6th year of blogging (: