Its 0052 Hours and I'm Thinking of You.

Family:

[1] An idea I hated during the days of early puberty. Blame it on all the teenage angst.

[2] Something I wanted to run away from for a while. When I was a small kid, around 6 years old, I ran away from home. Where to? In front of it. Come on... I was SIX. (And I expected someone to come and plead me to return, but no one even noticed I was gone. NOW do you see why I wanted to run away? LOL.) When I was 12, I honestly hoped I got into a boarding school super far away from home. Thankful that I didn't, coz I was already crying like nobody's bizzznezzz at a 1-hour journey distance.

[3] The people I begin to miss and learn to appreciate (unfortunately) only when I face separation from them. 

[4] The people that I wish I am with at this very moment.

[5] One of the few people who I would really, without a doubt, despite how much I will sound like a cheeseball (if that is even possible in a world where cheese is an inanimate object that will never speak) by saying it;- JUMP in front of a bullet for. Though the only dreams I have ever had of me jumping in to save a member of the family is never when a gun is pointed at them. I always happen to save them from the strangest things. Like Jaws, and even weirder: ALIENS. Yes. Green, black beady eyes, bouton-like hands (like MewTwo. THE POKEMON, durhhh) and all that stereotypical alien descriptions. Lasergun included. -______-"

[6] The people, whom without, I would find life quite meaningless.

[7] The most beautiful form of a love/hate relationship... EVER.

[8] Et cetera times a thousand.

I miss my family.

Duhh, obviously enough.

I never even stopped missing them.

Never even stopped missing them.

Why did I slash the above sentence and then wrote a similar one?

Simply because: I CAN. And because I love to ruin sentimental posts by acting all macho gusto.

Coz I am:

MACHO GUSTO. *twirls moustache*

Okay will STFU now.

The actual footnote: Have a presentation tomorrow, regarding somethingsomethingpharmacologysomething. Pray that I'll do well, and that the professor who will be assessing my group tomorrow is not a bitter old woman who takes comfort in making us uncomfortable and fidgety and finds fault in everything and... JUST PRAY FOR US (my group mates and I) ALREADY. 

THANK YOUUUUUU. I now give you the Moon. You just gotta go ahead and take it yourself. :-D