Regina Ho.

I miss you plenty.

I miss talking to you.

I miss laughing with you.

I miss hanging out with you.

I miss our comfortable silence.

I miss the "I know what you're thinking" moments.

Where are you Best Friend?

Cause its too funny.

Enjoy! Hahaha.

 (sengih)? (menangis)? hahaha!

 YAU??? Hahahaha! Kemaluan? Ish ish iiissh.

Si Yau lagi. Hahahaha!

Happy Thursday! :)

Hello Twenty Eleven

Dear 2010,

You ended just yesterday.

Just yesterday it was still December.

You've been kind for most parts.

Exciting, naughty, sexy, wonderful, memorable.

But then again 2010...

You've been really mean to me.

So much tears, so much moodless days and nights.

But also then again...

I turned 21 in 2010 (21 in 21 minus the 00 okay not making sense, carry on)

Ini la bah kan patutnya a 21 year old should go through. Kan?

Tidak kah?

Ya bah kan?

Kan?

Nevertheless, I am thankful and glad for you 2010. You've taught me plenty.

Not sure whether I'll miss you, but I'll most definitely remember you. No doubt about it.

Hi 2011!

My name's Naz. Nice meeting you.

I greeted you with a small but FUN gathering at Tee's place.

We even sang a song for you.

Be kind to me this time 2011.

Kinder than your sibling before you. Be nicer, be stronger, be more exciting and memorable. I'd really appreciate it if you'd help me greatly in my studies dearest 2011. Oh and if you'd help make me less of a wimp and more of the SuperGirl that I am really supposed to be. (cheh cheh haha)

Be nicer to my family, and to my friends. Give them love, happiness, health and wealth. Teach them lessons in a less harsh way than 2010 did.

Provide us with smiles and laughters and memories to last a lifetime.

Make happy days last longer and painful upsetting ones past by faster.

Make money come by easier. Make shopping and eating more frequent. Hehe.

Provide us with more suns in the evenings cause us orang KK really miss the Tg Aru sunset.

I hope and I pray that you'll be kind to me 2011.

Insya-Allah, amin.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Love,

Naz

December 30th 2010

Bila.

Kenapa tidak boleh let go? Kenapa?

One minute you're telling me you can't forget, can't go by not seeing.

Another minute you're telling me how fucked up everything is, and its all nothing already.

But open your eyes and see. Listen to yourself. What are you doing?

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

What good does it do being close when there's nothing. Tambah sakit seja, adalah.

Nobody's able to move on if nobody takes the first move to move on.

I WAS bad, I WAS mean for doing what I did. I never doubted that fact. NEVER.

What do I have to do to make you understand that I need to get away for you to recover. Being near to me won't do any good for either one of us.

I'm sorry la for doing it. I can't turn back time to undo my mistakes.

You can ask me all you want about why I did it, why must I move. I have no answer for you anymore. I've told you what I needed to tell you.

On days you go all angry, on some days you come to your senses. Clearly, so very clearly, I should be apart from you so that you'd be able to forget semuanya. Tapi you tidak mau. Macam mana?

Your friend pun suruh you go, my friend pun suruh I go.

I don't want to stay.

I don't want to.

I want to leave.

I do not feel easy and good staying around the same place as you. I don't feel good. I don't feel comfortable anymore. Why can't you see that.

Let me go.

Let me go.

Kenapa la I lemah. Kenapa la I stubborn sangat. F.

Make me happy.

A tub of Cadbury Caramello ice cream.
The comforts of my home in Tg Aru.
The breeze of the beach in the evening.
Jojo sitting/sleeping quietly - NOT on my book, NOT biting.
Izzarif.
Mummy.
December 13th.
Plock!
Being around friends.
Cake.
Swing swing swing.
Music, singing, and dancing.
Bimbo sleeping on my bed while I do my thing.
The piano.
A stroll around the park.
Exams over.
Kota Kinabalu.
A good good good cry.
Some understanding.
No hating.
No anger.
A big hearty laugh till sakit perut.
Singing and dancing to Beyonce's Sweet Dreams.
Kite flying, frisbee throwing.
Camwhoring.


I'm alright, but I really think I could be better.
I can't wait to go home.

Penat.

Okeh.

Exam next week (woohoo).

Trouble concentrating, trouble understanding, trouble trying to find the will to open the book and start reading. When will I ever learn?


Bila la mau let me be who I wanna be, let me do what I wanna do?