When does it end? When does those wounds heal? When does the scars fade?
You know those scabs you get when you hurt yourself and the skin’s healing? It forms a hard layer, which is termed, scab. It’s a really ugly thing, wrinkly like a dried prune, color of old, dried blood. But from young I’ve always had the habit of picking and picking and picking at it till it hurts like nobody’s business or it bleeds. Most often it’s both.
Now I seriously wonder if I treat my emotions’ well being the same. Reopen the wounds, never letting the fresh wounds heal completely. I’ve read it so many times and yet it hurts, more than the first time, if it’s possible.
I think I’ve let the wound fester and fester and fester till it’s become gangrene. I wish I could cut it off. But how can I live without a heart? Yet, how can I continue living with a lie, a heart that someone has elbowed its way in, yet doesn’t know it? I wish with every might that I could oust them out. But how?
O mighty God how?
*screams of enragement*
There, I guess I can’t very well do the scream of enragement thing publicly seeing I’m in the office and working. Everybody’ll be rushing for the phone, to call the police.
The Western breakfast, my faourite meal of the day. As always, sunny side ups, sausages, cheese with toast, even some nuggets thrown in for good measure.
On a beach, in the rising of the dawn, with the slightly chilly breeeze, i dream of watching these clouds with silver lining with the one that He knows I'm going to be with.
I was back the weekend of my brother's birthday, well a day after but we still celebrated it. The family went out for a scrumptious dinner at Ye Olde English in Greentown, Ipoh.
And my brother, turns 14 this year. Lol, I always do my best to fight with him. I mean, not literally, I'd be squashed flat by him. I just irritate him, squashing him against the wall, tickling him, mock punching. He's taller than me now. Shooting up to be a fine young man.
Uncle Lim's at Time's Square. Their coffee is not too bad, a tad heavy handed on the milk. The bread is the good old Hainan type which I appreciate. The mushroom mee was average, though they do give a generous proportion of mushrooms. Not too bad overall. But if not for it's convenient location near the entrance, I probably wouldn't frequent it quite that often.
Was accompanying a friend to the hospital for her check-up. And to my surprise, there was a Starbucks Cafe in the hospital itself! Hmm, hospitals are cashing in on the cafe craze? Gleneagles has Dome Cafe, now Starbucks is looking for a place to go into?
The famous Kluang Railway Station Coffeeshop. The business is still bustling, even early in the morning.
The nasi lemak was dainty, suited me just fine. Leaves me with some room for other delicacies! Sambal just the right amount of spiciness and sweetness. The rice was faintly perfumed with the banana leaf scent. The toasted bread was done on an old fashioned grill. The tea was given a thumbs up :) not too over powering, just mild. I had it with skimmed milk as opposed to condensed milk, as I didn't like my tea too sweet.
Calisa's birthday celebrations with her coursemates. Haha, the housemates just tagged along for dinner. We celebrated in Steven's Corner, Setapak. 
