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Saturday, August 20, 2011 3:17 pm
On the verge
Being able to type this means I'm fine now.

I was this close to breaking down, again.
I chose to take a step back while seeing others taking a step forward.

It was a hectic first week of school, with this tropical architecture workshop demanding this much (actually not alot) from us. And on top of that, assignments from three theory modules piling up.

I admit I enjoy reading, but the readings given to us demand critical understanding and responses, which would require myself more time to understand.

That becomes a killer for this semester.


Back to report writing..

Thursday, August 04, 2011 6:15 pm
My day started at 4pm
I was looking through my box of letters just now.
Dates on the letter were as far back into the years of secondary school.
But what grabbed my attention was the biggest card bought in taiwan, because it's also the only card that can't fit in my box. hahahahaha. I hope you're doing great now! :D

It feels good being able to read my blessings from the different people again, be it from juniors, seniors, fellow friends, family, or past lover. Thank you once again, for being there at that point of time. Even though we have lost touch with one another, for some, this common memory we share shall be sufficient enough for me to keep it in my heart (no, actually at the back of my head. hahaha).


On a heavier note,
I've been giving others a double standard recently. Though I didn't give my word, but I know I should at least clear up the mess. However so, I'm still not doing it just because I don't feel like doing it anymore. Sigh. I suddenly dread going for rag this year, especially after I came back from taiwan. :(
I just want a carefree holiday with 'no strings attached'..

I shall finish up my book (textbook, actually) before school starts too.