there are days when work really gets me down.
i ask what do all the people want from me.
there are more days when i feel my love for my work.
when you are loving it, then it is not work anymore.
i always remember to count my blessings for what i am being paid to do now. and for people at work who also take me as their friend.
some entries back i said i hate the fruit.
i take it back now officially (:
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
day 87
dearest sweetheart,
how many days have it been already? the days seem to go by quickly, but yet very slowly when i think about the days i tried to get by. there seems to be nothing left to say, although i sometimes feel i have not let anything out yet. macdonalds at east coast is gone. for good. i remember the last time we were there. i remember us taking a walk along the beach. i remember our feet sinking into the warmth of the sand. i remember you facing the sun and me shunning it. perfect when you hugged me and hid my face in your shoulders, away from the sun. i remember picking up a casuarina and bringing it home, as if knowing it was something worth keeping to remember the last trip. it is still with me. i remember the green tea in a plastic cup we left behind in the sand. i remember your face staying tanned the few days after, and that you said you miss the sun and liked the tan. that was our last time soaking in sunlight together. that was also the last breakfast we had out of home. i also took a picture of the morning sun on the drive there. it was a beautiful day.
isn´t it strange that sunrise can also look like sunset? maybe that is just like in life, you think you embarked on a new journey but then it can also be an end, vice versa.
the sky is so vast, i wonder where you are now.
i miss you every day. help.
how many days have it been already? the days seem to go by quickly, but yet very slowly when i think about the days i tried to get by. there seems to be nothing left to say, although i sometimes feel i have not let anything out yet. macdonalds at east coast is gone. for good. i remember the last time we were there. i remember us taking a walk along the beach. i remember our feet sinking into the warmth of the sand. i remember you facing the sun and me shunning it. perfect when you hugged me and hid my face in your shoulders, away from the sun. i remember picking up a casuarina and bringing it home, as if knowing it was something worth keeping to remember the last trip. it is still with me. i remember the green tea in a plastic cup we left behind in the sand. i remember your face staying tanned the few days after, and that you said you miss the sun and liked the tan. that was our last time soaking in sunlight together. that was also the last breakfast we had out of home. i also took a picture of the morning sun on the drive there. it was a beautiful day.
isn´t it strange that sunrise can also look like sunset? maybe that is just like in life, you think you embarked on a new journey but then it can also be an end, vice versa.
the sky is so vast, i wonder where you are now.
i miss you every day. help.
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