A sunset shot taken atop Melawati Hill

A very nice shot, I think, though I think my 'photofix' function ruined it a bit.

*contemplates flaw of handphone*

But ah well. Although my phone does not take pictures as nice as,say, a K810 or K800, it looks much better than those two. Ehehehe.

Still, I like this shot. If you wanna see the original just ask me next time you see me. :)

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I've been sick.

Like, hungover dog sick. I've got a clogged nose, clogged ears, and an annoying cough that won't go away but stays as a nasty tickle in my throat. Add to that a strange drowsiness (could be the cough meds).

I hate being sick. I know, I know, who doesnt, bla bla, but I mean, I really really hate getting sick. It makes me feel pathetic, and I am of those stubborn types who refuses to believe that they are sick and just insists on ploughing on.

I can't fall sick. Not when I have so much to do:

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I think, I really do think, I have taken on too much.

=_=

Call me ridiculous, but I cannot take the idea of turning down a single writing job. One, I need the money, two, I need to build a resume. I need to build an impressive resume too.

Because I have neither enough money to get overseas to do what I want to really do, neither do I have great brains (CGPA 4.0? Impossible) nor do I have great looks to allow me to become a glamourous model and forget writing for a living.

And most importantly, I love to write. Its the only thing I do well. I sometimes have no idea if it is because I love writing that I am good at it, or that I am good at it thats why I like it.

:) Still, I do love it, and so I will jump at any chance to do it.

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I've been contemplating.

Contemplating a sort of feeling I use to have in my heart, which is now no longer there. Feelings for two men in my life: both whom are very close to me and my soft soft heart, and like it or not, have an inexplicable effect on me.

I sort of feel a sense of loss; this feeling that I had for both of them is now gone from my heart - though perhaps not gone, merely replaced as if they were a memory I knew a long time ago.

I used to love them both so so much. Now I feel that they are so far away from me, as if they were morning dewdrops: I had loved them (and still do) but they're gone now. Distant.

My feelings are no longer as strong, and somehow I regret that they've faded. I miss them somewhat: both my feelings for them and them as well.

I miss you guys, even if you don't know I do.

I miss one of you most of all. You who have been there for me for so long. I want you back: I haven't 'seen' you in years.

Perhaps it is distance, perhaps it is separation. I've been separated from you for some time now. I am clingy, yes, but I miss you, and I wish you'd be there for me again.

Being physically there is different from being mentally there. You've been physically here for me, but mentally, you're a million miles away.

Come back. Please.

As for you. I am still waiting.

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I've been busy.

This is the calm before the storm. So here I blog first, before the storm hits.

Goodbye folks. :)