a day to determine the next president of the united states;
a yet to be another historic day if Obama wins.
a day to another better days for the days to come.
tonight is the last night;
to be in the place where you have gotten so used to and font of.
the people. the weird neighbours. the noisybutkindasweet kids. the malls. the whole area itself. the spacious apartment. the study. the bathroom. the storerooms. the walk-in cabinets. the kitchen. the dining area. the scenery from the living room. the hugehumongous tree. the caretaker who drives without closing the car door. the morning school buses. the morning school kids. the morning parents. the 7.30am. the 8.35am. the 3.30pm. the 4.15/4.30pm. the postwoman. the fitness centre. ah.. the pool. the jaccuzies. the sauna. the steam room. the loker room. the dull halloween. that particular wendy's. that particular mcd. the lousy chinese restaurant with the worse buffet ever. the chinese restaurant with the hardest full-chinese menu to read ever.the kroger. the drummets. the futuristiccarwash. and the manyotherthings.
tonight is the bloody night;
where i spent close to rm100 on a 2 bloody yards of black lace which i have yet to decide what to do with it. like really wtf. anyone wants to buy? i do not think i need that much even. triple wtf. let me know if you are interested.
leaving a place has never been easy. never.
you leave the place, but the people who belong and stay behind are still doing the same chores, the same routine, everyday. it is just another day for them. they move on. and it may takes them just a while to forget you and eradicate your everything.
but somehow, it takes you forever to forget how your life was when you were here.
you are basically clinging to the memory that you have during this short period of time that you have here.
you definitely gonna miss here.
but ah well, that's life. life moves on.
eh, as i was typing these out, barack hussein obama wins. =D
wonder what will mrS says later. ahha.
the first ever buburchacha (with superlots of tapioca pearls) that i cooked. no taros. as i could not find any. malas to blog about the taro thing which i innitially wanted to blog about as it was something funny back then (about the taros and sweet potatoes) but then i do not think it's funny anymore. so fi.
unno and arlo. typically means yeahlorh. =)
and btw, i made a fool of myself when i said 'neh' (instead of saying 'there'/'overthere') aloud today. and it was funny to see the look on the face. both surprised and clueless.
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