miri

one month. thats how much time has come and gone in a period far shorter than stated. thats how much time ive been in miri. looking at time carefully, i start to panic as i realize that the time is coming nearer to when i must leave once more. Just as i start to panic, however, i halt and remind myself - enjoy the present, and leave the past and future out of it. I then start to breathe normally again. After all this time, i'm finally leaving miri. to be honest, its what i have been dreaming of since i can remember. but then, now that ive tasted being away from home, i start not wanting to leave. It saddens me, to know that i wont be spending the most part of the year in miri as i have the past 18 years. It saddens me even more to think that when i finally come back to settle down in miri, the miri then will not be the miri i know now. A part of me is happy for miri, but a part of me dreads this. If miri transforms, will it still be home? I know the question shouldnt even have arised. home is where the heart is. but it'll take some getting used to.

i dont know what to write, really. i watched 200 pounds beauty just now. i thought it was just another goofy movie. but it turned out quite good. erm, maybe guys wouldnt think so, but what can i say? im into movies, any movies, except for sci-fis and lawak bodohs.. hehe. i have this whole stack of movies yet to be watched. i think there are about 10 more. and more new ones are coming out. theyre making them faster than they're watched! i take this is a challenge.

anyway, before i start crapping around with goofy i-dont-know-why-its-here stuff, i guess i better stop right now.