Moving on

Oh my goodness. This is probably the first time I genuinely felt happy in nearly 2 months! I FINALLY completed all my term papers and projects, and school is gonna end in 2-3 weeks time! Rejoice! No more squeezing with evening rush hour traffic and no more exhaustion-induced migraines in the middle of lectures so boring they can make you gag.

I'm moving on in life, I really am! I'm excited to start in my new jobs-totally different environments and challenges. Welcome to the real world, and out of the comfort zone that Subway has given me for the past five months. How time flies!

And I'm so relieved, was practically laughing out loud in the train on the way home. Apparently there was a misunderstanding between my project mate and me. When I first asked him how many words we have to write for our combined term paper, he text: 20000 words for a group of two. It totally stressed me out! 20000 words is like, sixty fucking pages! How can a term paper be so long?! But headstrong me decided to take it as a challenge, and went ahead with it. When I reached the 10000 word mark, my ideas and energy were sucked as dry as bone. That's it, man. No more! I can't think of anything else! So I text him back for inspiration. And guess what, folks? The word limit was only 2000 words, not 20000. OMG to the max!!! Oh, the difference that just one '0' makes! Now I'm so relieved, I don't know whether to laugh or cry.

The most important thing? Be clear in your direction, wherever you are heading, before taking that first step. And no matter how far you have gone down the wrong path, TURN BACK!

Random happenings

Random thoughts and happenings and musings.

I just cut my fringe! When the scissors when snip snip snip, I had this sudden urge to shave my whole head bald. Call that a sudden burst of inspiration huh. I would rather refer it as emotional imbalance and uncontrolled impulse.

And I just bought new Bang & Olfusen speakers with double bass power and boom box special systems. Ah ha. Perfect for those nights in my room with a chilled glass of scotch and coke and just let the beats thump through my veins.

Skipped school again today, because it was raining and I felt lazy. That's it. No special reason. But hey, I managed to complete most of my projects using that time at home, so it's not a bad thing always.

I realised the only way to combat the thorn in my flesh is really to acknowledge that it is there and face it bravely, in other words, look at it and get it out. Face my fears by confronting them head-on. That's what I'm gonna do. Tomorrow. Let my crazy plan work.

If I could turn back the hands of time

If only I could turn back the hands of time.

I promise to be a better person. I promise to treat everyone better. I promise to treasure what's important and what's not. I promise not to do anymore bad things in God's eyes. I promise to lead a clean, alcohol-free life. I promise to be more serious about school and my term papers. I promise to cherish those times we had together before he was taken away from me. I promise to take Stan the Man to more places and do more things before his death.

But reality is, I can't, because it's over and there's nothing I can do to bring those times and Stan the Man back again.

Yes, I was harsh in my previous posts and I really did hate you at that moment. But isn't so much hate always the result of so much wounded love? I hated you because I really did love you. But it seems like we are just not meant to be. Nevertheless, I still believe in this virtue called hope, the only thing that keeps us sane in times like these, a ray of light we can constantly look towards.

Come back, because I miss you so.

I'm sorry for everything.