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♡ When you're gone
Saturday, June 21, 2008, 10:56 PM
All those people whose not beyond me, was missed badly, including my family. Don't know why the feeling. I terribly felt bad today. I tried to content myself, but I just longed that face. My stomach is growling, not asking for food but bursting out food. My head are aching, to all those nuisance I had enough for today. I really hated Saturday. To the addition of the 2 classes I had present. It wouldn't have much to imagine if Choir practice starts next semester onwards which is next week. Adding to the loads. Okay, complain no more. I understand how you felt upon hearing my unstoppable nags and nags and nags. God! I miss my late-grandmother a lot.*Weeps* Why would she left us so early when she haven't seen my sister or even me grew old enough? I'm terrible at confessing how I miss someone that's been close to me, especially the lates. Everyday, problems encountered me, I would always fessed it all to her and hear out her vividly too honest comments. Whatever it meant, I miss her-a lot. It's been 4 months since she left us. You wouldn't know the deep silence without her in the house. She's always been the queen of gossips. But now she's gone, the house was no more as merrier. Though, she sometimes could be a pain in the neck, annoying to an ear, no one knows how true her heart was. I terribly miss her!!!{this was like plenty} My current bedroom I'm staying up here holds a powerful memory of her. The room where we shared our loves. The day she pass away is the day which is when I start my first choir lessons. But all I could think on that very moment is her, her memory with our family. She was the one who kept bringing home consumptives food from the eatery, she was the one who occasionally bought us clothes that might not be costy, but sincere from the heart. I truly missed all those. I can't believe my eyes when she left us. Why at this early age? Didn't she wants to see both me and my sister and even her beloved grandchildren, my brother grow old? *Weeps* How I wish those moments are much more cherished, knowing how fast this would occurred.