22nd Feb, 2010

dear NLA,

i feel like losing you..i miss reading ur mails..
do let me know if u are okay, i wouldnt want much from you. I just hope u r doing well. its has been 2 days. and yet ur still missing. im worried to death. i cant even sleep to think that something bad might happen to you. I miss my dearest companion to talk to, to spill everything i want. I miss everything about you.

if u dont want to talk to me anymore, just tell ur friends that u r okay. and let Ken tells me that u r okay. Im still cool with that as long as i hear from you..

i know things have been complicated and all messed up for you..im sorry if i only made it worst.

i pray that you are doing well thre, Nad.

xoxo.
AAI

I keep a notebook by my bed so when I can't sleep, I write until my eyes get heavy, or I run out of things to say. Whichever comes first. I keep it there for the times I wake up in the middle of the night and don't want to forget the dream I was just before having. (No matter how rare that may be.) I keep it there for when my blog is far from reach but inspiration is not. I often fall asleep with a pen in my hand and shiny, bright colored ink coating my fingertips and sheets. I figure the feeling I wake up to the smell of ink that it must be what a painter would be to feel like if he fell asleep with his canvas full of life, and a blooming rainbow of colors flooding around him. I hand craft sentence to project my thoughts onto paper and maybe you wont understand, but each letter deserves a standing ovation for it's starring roll in each word. It's hard to describe to someone who doesn't realize that words are art, but they are, and it's beautiful, and nothing in the world could make me more happy.

Taki : Do u still miss her?
Me : Yes, I am.
Taki : What makes thing special about her?
Me : Something that i can’t ever gain with anyone. But the reality is
I must move on.

I do miss you “MOMO”