Thursday, August 30, 2007 ; 1:08 PMY
I really wish you were here.
As promised, I'm back to blog. (: Bear with me, I've a feeling this'll be a long entry.
Like I was saying, yeaps, all the examinations are over, the modules are over, the course is over. I cannot help but recall how much things we've been through together. I cannot control but go over the photos again and again and again and again, reminding myself that they were the ones who were there for me. They were the ones whom I mugged my ass off with, they're the ones I 洴 my projects with. (Is that the right word I'm using?) Some of them were those whom I flared up with of course. (I don't have a bad temper so to start with, inherited from that man)
15 months! It's a whole FIFTEEN months! NOT 15 days, but 15 months. My goodness, 说长不长，说短不短。Compared to a primary school of 6 years, and a secondary school of 4-5 years, it's nothing. But being adults and adults-to-be and Uncle(s) (HAHA),
with feelings untold and 'publicized', misunderstandings here and there. kBox-ing, Clubbing, ChillOut sessions, Heart to Heart talk moments, cries, rants, bitchings, those hugs and kisses. Those 忍气吞声s, to maintain the precious friendships and bonds. And not forgetting, the BICKERINGS! This is whole lot more than what I've experienced during my younger school lives.
Some, Most, All of them actually, are moving on the SIM's U or SIM partnership U. Which means, there're still major chances that they'll bump into each other every now and then. But I'm not. I'm not going to any University. I'm fucking going out to start work.
But most of my friends, erm all of them larhx, whom I've known since school times till they go out to start working, are making a huge turnover once they started work. They've no more freedom like they had during school times. The hangouts get so lil that there're almost impossible. The stress level however can be pushed up to the maximum, exceeding what they can ever endure.
Reading their blogs, listening to them talk, chatting with them on msn, I feel so useless, complaining and whining about just a mini tini weeni stress I get from projects and examinations.
Oh wells, that's something that I've to handle and cope myself. I shall start writing my resume, but what if I get supplementary papers for my exams har? Eh, put it on hold, I shall.
But I'm going to work l8er. Sighs. I need money. Cause I don't get pocket money during holidays. Which means, I'll not get any pocket money from now on, which means I cannot go out with anyone anyday cause I needa save money to start work. I needa eat right? I don't get my pay on the first day of work, right? Sighs. Things will be so much off better, if HE FUCKING allows my mom to keep all the money. FUCK, I dowanna start ranting about HIM again.
So much as I wanna forgive him, just looking at my situation now I feel like killing him. Really. URGGHH. Whatever.
I shall be happy, conserve all these energy, and get ready for the work later,I might get nastier people at work. Bless me.
Never forgetting those bits and pieces of us for the past five semeseters. I love em all.
