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Friday, July 16, 2010

The subject of death has been eating into me lately, I guess part of me have always been awfully intrigued with that idea, and I haven't made a solid decision to give Life a good fight yet. 18 years of toiling and the one thing that has stayed constant about me throughout like Old Faithful is my sadness; my deep-seeded depression and secret surety that I will one day die by suicide. (there, alliteration not by intention)
Haneef's sister-in-law just gave birth to a baby boy named Rayyan, who is exceptionally cute with large almond-eyes and plump wet lips. I fancied his adorable innocence through video and pictures, and proclaimed my love for babies and children. Squealing, anime noises and all that, neef and I are absolutely going gaga over Rayyan. He is truly blessed and I hope he turns out to be a beautiful person!
Child birth is such an amazing experience..

There's this, my 21st birthday, university, working life et cetera, but somehow I feel ready to forgo it all.

she's not here @

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