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Wednesday, July 15, 2009
<3 Day Two

I have started the work cycle again on Monday.
But just a few minutes before I stepped in the office, I received an SMS from Aini.
“… He wants you to know that you’re always on his mind and he’ll kiss your picture every night… He told me to take care of you so anything just text me... hmm..?”
That’s just the sweetest thing ever.
For your information, I have a small shrine of him at my workstation. So I ended up kissing every single picture I had of him that day.
I might be on the extreme doing that but I don’t give a damn.

I miss my boyfriend.
We have been together for 11 months now and there was never a day that I did not get to hear his voice, even when I went to Bintan I called him every day.
The day before he left for camp, I’ve helped him pack his suitcase.
I put little notes all over; his jackets’ pockets, his shoes, his toiletries bag, his jeans’ pocket and so on.
As silly as it might sound, I was afraid that he did not remember me by the time he gets back.

The day was quick and it went okay.
I did not cry or anything while I was at work.
Hahaha.
Work was a bore, as usual, though the influx of contacts that is coming in is unbearable.
Lots of juggling action involved!
So by the end of the day, I was glad it was over.
Your dad called me to ask if you have called… I told him ‘no’.
He thought it would be a great idea if we could go bowling together at the place you are staying.
I can tell he misses you.
Hehehe…

I went down on my knees and prayed for you before I sleep, baby.
I hope you are well.
This will probably be the first and last time that I wished you did not come back so soon.
I know this means a lot to you.
I love you, darling.



♥ Myself ♥


I'm NuruLL.
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Forever 21
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I'm just a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside a bitch.

♥ Feelings ♥

Regret comes in all shapes and sizes. Some are small, like when we do a bad thing for a good reason. Some are bigger like when we let down a friend. Some of us escape the pains of regret by making the right choice. Some of us have little time for regret because were looking forward to the future. Sometimes we have to fight to come to terms with the past, and sometimes we bury our regret by promising to change our ways. But our biggest regrets are not for the things we did but for the things we didn’t do and the things we didn’t say.


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