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see you there! =)

GOODBYE IVAN.

"life is made up of meetings and partings. people come into your life everyday. you say good morning; you say good evening, some stay for a few minutes; some stay for a week; some a year; others a whole lifetime. no matter who it is, you'll meet and then you'll part. but now it's time for us to part."
- adapted by if you could see me now, cecelia ahern. (ivan)

dearest ivanly love,

thank you for being here with me. thank you for being there for me, all these while. thank you for watching me grow. weaker nor stronger. thank you. thank you for listening to my sorrows, my pains. thank you for letting me pour out my whole feelings. thank you. thank you for sharing my laughters, my joys, my greatest moments. thank you for loving me. and accepting me for who i am. thank you. thank you for being my inner strength when i needed one. the fact that, it was in me all along. thank you for saving me when my whole life crumbles. thank you. most of all, thank you for the make believe. it seems so like real that we both know that it's hard to explain. you jolly know well, that you will always be remembered, ivan. you're the place, called home.

it may seem that i am leaving. but leaving doesn't mean leave without rememberance, without a clear state of mind. leaving at times means you have too. every novel has an ending. so does the movies, the product lifespan, and our lives. i've made a choice to leave because i'm not getting any younger, and making strangers think how berserk i am! talking to a blog, naming it ivan still! how bizarre that could be. and next thing they'll be running away from me. hah. but the fact that people don't know is that, i feel you iv'. and it seems that you are actually a part of me. you're like real. my inner strength within, my trusted instincts. that's the craziest imagination! you've stayed with me long, long enough to let me go. set me free. watching over me. and smile widely. ohhh, i damned right hear you said. "run sarah, run! run to the arms where you belong. have faith. trust. and be honour to be loved. run sarah, run! run to the arms where you belong." =)

lots of love, sarahlee.

ya'Allah, thank you for the beautiful imagination. now it's the reality i am living for.

CROSSED OUT.

i am very crossed out with people who doesn't reply to my text.

be it "are you coming along tomorrow?" or "where are you?" or "are you stupid??"

yes, stupidity. stupid. it's so simple. it's a question asked, and all you do is the need to answer. what's so difficult about that. my God! God give you a brain to think, eyes to read, lips to answer, fingers to damn right type it all down and reply! unless you have a heartless heart. goodness gracious! by replying, it's a sense of acknowledgement. it's a sense of letting someone knows that you are there, unless it's a wrong number. i guess these kind of people doesn't know the means of waiting for a reply, how suck that feeling could be. and you know what, tell me about it!

tsk tsk tsk, thou shall believe in karma. amen.

ya'Allah, tenangkanlah hatiku ini. kuatkanlah imanku. jauhilah perasaan marah. subhan'Allah, astaghfirullah.