"A person is never as quiet or unrestrained as they seem. Or as good, as bad, as vulnerable, as strong, or as sweet. We are thickly layered, page by page, behind simple covers. And love - it is not the book itself, but the binding. It can either rip us apart or hold us together."
On Thursday, my darlings Aisyah and Firah came over to my place. It was a spur-of-the moment thing, and yeah, my poor friends suffered in the stuffy 168 (where Aisyah dozed off, looking cute. =P) It kinda makes me feel jakon, cos in sec sch, it's a rare occasion that anyone ever comes to my place, bearing in mind where i live and all sorts. So yeah, I was pretty glad they came over. Just hope it wouldn't be their first and last time. Aisyah went off with my keyboard and well, made alof of progress with it. Haha. Ah Tin should've been there. It wasn't complete without her. So who's house is next?
And of couse, thanks to Seri, we all (inclusive of Kayyum; [Aisyah I don't know how to spell his name, sorry.]) got to watch Superman Returns on the opening day itself. (Super Large popcorn and drink included.) Yay. Thanks Ryn. Poor friends had to go home at like nearly 9.
My dearest surprised me, passing prac8 only once. Congrats, honey! *hugs* And so, if his parents come down today, he'll be going back with them tomorrow. Back to KL. Yep. And oh how I dread being alone and lonely for a whole week. (or even longer) I don't mean to sound selfish, but at the same time I know it'll be pretty hard for me too. Then again, he hardly ever sees his parents and I know just how much he misses his family. Poor thing; having to live so far away from your own family.
Who's Gonna help me? Kick dead cockroaches at me? Listen to the updates of my day? Laugh with me when I speak of Frownie? Hug me before I go? Eat my karipap with me? Argue about the petty little things with me and still make me smile at the end of the day? Meet me when I finish school early? Sit with me at your void deck? Get my smses when I'm dead bored during lectures?
Of course, there's always the little paranoia bugging me at the back of my head each time he goes. But I can't even mention it here cos I know it'll come out ridiculous and stupid. I guess I read too much books on dying. (Now does that give you a clue?)
Tell me you're not leaving. At least not this weekend. Please. I promise I'll be more prepared if you go next week. =( I need my Superman.
X O X O; 2:58 pm