the story with no ending

“
And ohhhh
My god just please don’t ever let me go
Yeah sometimes we’re high and sometimes we’re low
That’s just the way that things turn out
Whenever I’m lonely I’ll shout out

Let down your hair
Let down your hair
Rapunzel Rapunzel
Let down your hair”

Music: Dirty Diana (Michael Jackson)

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Long time no update, eh, diary/blog? It was my fault. I’m pretty busy with life and it sucks. Work has been pretty consuming and I want to die. My boss is trying hard to recover the recession happening; though I think we’re slowly, slowly rising again. I’m just glad of the news, but, there are still riots happening since the government won’t let go of the banks. Well, enough of the drama…

On the lighter news, Sadiq and I renewed our vows. We held it over at Norge’s house, though, he wanted to object… (well, he does object our whole marriage after all) Norway allowed me to (re)marry my beloved. I broke in tears when Sadiq told his vows… it was such a touching thing. I cannot even express it in words. Also, I bore our third child, Helgi. He looked rather androgynous, Sadiq was rather, miffed about how our son looks like. But, there’s puberty right?

Julide and Ari are growing up so fast, and it’s making me rather depressed and happy at the same time. Julide is turning into a blossoming young woman. She is currently learning how to play the guitar with Norway and bellydancing lessons with her father. Ari on the other hand has a fond affinity with my falconry lessons.

But they will be the ultimate innovadors… ;__;

They need Gundam training next.

Anyway… I think that’s it.

Great words, from an even greater man of wisdom.

Why is it I can’t understand men at all?

It’s really odd. Nothing much happened these days. Ari and Julie are doing great and growing up very fast. It’s really a sight to see to see your children grow, but there is this bittersweet feeling about it.

Anyway, just a quick update. A real, concise or has sense later on… I think.

Expression.

Random flowers.

Nostalgia.

Istanbul.

My nighttime sky.

Adorable little one. Isn’t she?