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Oh hello. I am shirley and welcome to the bits and pieces of my life :)

L0ve is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it..♥

Saturday, May 22, 2010

it was an emotional friday morning for me.
while on the shuttle bus to work, i suddenly thought of my colleague.. and i thought of how she had to get on with life and carry on as per normal

i thought of the time when we lost joyce. the period when we avoided mentioning her cus it'll bring tears to our eyes. the period when i couldnt sleep laying on my bed looking thru the photos in my hp and seeing her face and missing her.. how time has flies, almost 7 months now.. and how time healed our wounds, from not able to mention her, to talking about her as per normal.. it doesnt mean we've forgotten about her for she'll always be kept in some place in our hearts..

i hope my colleague is strong enough during this hard period..

i realised, when my parents passed away, i was too young to understand.. when my mother passed away, i just knew i would never get to see her again. i guess i didnt feel the pain as i did when joyce left. i didnt even think i had the chance to get to know them, to understand them.. last time when people asked me whether i knew what had happened, i told them i did but now, i realised i didnt even understood what they were asking.

while i was walking b boy, i saw that bastard again. he was frightened of my dog. and i wondered, if even a small dog can scare him, how can he even have the guts to snatch our house away from us? i really really wished that after he move in to the house, he would be haunted. even if my parents didnt find him, maybe my parents made 'friends' and they'll all go and haunt him. my mother really hated him, when she was alive.. i hope she had the chance to give him a visit.