Oh my goodness!!!!It's like almost
5am and I am still
awake. I just finished my accounting assignment. This seems easy but the explanation part could drive me mad. Gosh, I can't imagine how am I gonna score for this paper.
Two more weeks to go and I will face my finals for this term. Time really flies. I still remember studying together with Noah and Jerome last term. Now, I am studying in ma room in the wee hours of the night, wondering what would have happened if I end up working in a fashion company :P (
no harm dreaming now alrite??!!!!)
Emotions running through me at this very hour. I kinda miss those days when it all happened. It was just a year ago. Time flies. I miss how I had support from you. I remember how I text you late at night and you would reply. I remember how you would always want to meet up whenever possible. Are you still there? Part of you, that one is for sure. But part of it is gone. I know that too from the way you spoke to me. What's left of me? Am unsure. One thing's for sure - those days are gone.
Gosh, I wish I could go home soon. I miss spending time with all my Ipoh mates. How I wish Christmas is near again. Seriously, that's the one celebration of the year that I look forward to every year, without fail. Even though memories started from then - Christmas is still the best season for mua. It's a time to forgive and forget; make amendments for the mistake and look forward to new possibilities.
I remember one thing Noah said to me -
no point dwelling on the past. It's true. The past is the past. There's nothing you can do to change things back to the way you want them too. If there's no way of changing it, why bother looking at it? I guess somehow it's just us,
GIRLS. We think a lot, we worry a lot. Mother nature within us. C'mon, we're born with it. Can't blame us all the time right?
The one thing that I think all of us should do is to write about the past that you really really dislike; write as long as you want (even if it turns our like a book :P). And finally, either you bury them in a bottle and bury them 6 feet under and the more cruel thing to do - BURN IT. Seriously, writing how you feel makes you feel so much better. Sometimes not necessarily actions speaks louder than words. For some people, words speaks louder than actions.
So, why dwell on it?
LET IT GO~~~~!!!!!!!~~~~!!!!!!~~~~~!!!!!!! LET IT ALL OUT~~~~~~!!!!!!!~muackz~