every place has a memory..
i could never forget..
the good days, the good memories..
right where i am.. here..
always thinking of those days..
and today definitely is one re-memorable day..
except that its imagined in my mind..
imagine every single thing you see makes you think of a scene.. :))

how do i describe this..
its like an acceptance plus a rejection..
yes, its not even a logical sentence, even i couldnt make any logic about that sentence that i typed..
i understand half, the other half i didnt understand..
i couldnt get anything to make myself understand..
but i learned my lesson..
i've learn to accept reality (im not saying im giving up, never would i do that)
i've learn to see and think about things base on reality
i learned not to daydream too much..

well, im at loft now
sorta cold here, but i liked
i always liked the life of being at the loft
i dont mean i want to stay here forever, but once in a while, and i enjoyed a lot
the freedom to fly lose like a bird
having aircon in the room, turning the laptop on for as long as i want, warm showers..
feeling kinda joy of being alone, away from the world..
at least for now, i enjoyed it..

sometimes you get naggggg by parents, ask you do this do that
i personally dont liked, and i sometimes give them the face
ya, i know thats wrong, i've been trying to correct myself
imagine myself being a dad, and my child doing this to me, it would definitely be hurtful
sometimes we youngsters just want our private space and not disturbed
but everytime i thought of this.. its always comfortable on a part of your heart that parents are nagging at you..
its their nagging that makes you feel in place, feel home..
imagine one day when you get home and you suddenly found yourself alone..
just you and you alone and you have still a long years to come being alone
im not being foul mouth, but they are part and parcel of life that generally everyone will face
when that day happens, it will be your saddest day
u'll be kneeling down and say 'naggg at me please!' when u know its never gonna happen again
by then it would be too late
you'll have to readapt to life and bear with the pain of not having someone irritating your ears
saying grandmother stories to you
the stories of life when policemen are still wearing shorts running around
never miss those moments, enjoy them now while you can
dont fight back, smile back :)