Wednesday, January 03, 2007
- 3:21 am
its 320 in the morning and time is moving very slowly outside. hazmi lies on his personal bed (yes, he has taken over part of the house) leafing through a january 2004 copy of menshealth whilst i sit here with the events of the past few days running through my head; full of worries and hopes for the new year. i guess theres gonna be a list of five things i want to accomplish by the end of 2007.
1. driving licence
2. read la morte d'arthur
3. i want less war
4. i will have more gym time
5. i want nadia to be happy
most of all i want nadia to be happy. when she smiles its like whoa- something something else; nothing less will do, because her big brown eyes become all sparkly and stuff and its special; so i love my nadia; as much as she loves me. i know things arent so good right now at home but hey we both hit it that way; so no matter what happens i guess she and i will still have each other round. taking you're a's this year; and i want you to do so well. our subjects were pretty much the same so ill see what i can do but youre a smart kid so no worries. so be happy cos when youre smiling, i end up smiling too. i remember how we spent christmas together with dipak round the barbeque- smoke blowing everywhere and getting in our eyes when i left you with my dad while he and i ran up to get skewers; then came down to throw you into the swimming pool; we were dead cold so we hugged each other laughing at dipak who was suffering and haresh with his clerk boxing. and the pinching game- i dont care i won i pinched you last hahahahahahahaha NYAH, and volleyball and nights talking with haresh and scolding james(stupid) and relaxing with james(sunset) and doing everything with me and my friends. and your cakes are pretty much amazing; the tiramisu and most of all the chocolate cheese cake- haz haresh and i all agree baby that you make the best cake ever. so warm, so sweet, so loving and most importantly, so NADIA. its been like a week more than a month now; but hey- heres to many more to go. youse my little angel. we gon make it y'all, as hazmi would say. what a month.
princesse
fin
hit the stars
