misery

I do not like this feeling!

Sorry, i need to vent for a bit...

Let's just say that I have a problem.

Or rather...2 problems.

One is a speech problem which conveniently occurs at the worst time. WORST TIMEEEEEEE. Argh.

So frustrating.

The other problem is vaguely related to the first one.

To put it even more vaguely, I keep falling over the same pothole.

stewpid pothole.

idonthavetimeforthisnonsensegrrr.

okthxbai.

fly away

I wish I could just freeze time.

Right here, right now.

I really like my group. I really like our lunches. And our foosball sessions. Our heart to heart talks. Making birthday cards together. Planning outings. Walking to wards. Feeling inspired by tutors and doctors and patients. Taking blood. Donating blood. Seeing new things everyday. Learning how to cook. Feeling happy that I managed to make something edible. That satisfaction of being independent. Being childish and laughing at each other. Talking crap. Going on apartment visits. Cooking pancakes and doing the dishes together. Exploring the city. Pasar malams. Spotting cute doctors. Durians.

I'm looking forward to what the next day brings.

I'm really grateful.

will it really be alright?

I am.

filled with doubt.

scared.

worried.

Thinking of all the "I should have..."

But its too late now to change the past.

At the same time I don't want to regret the choices that I've made.

I know what to do now.

Thanks =)

oh yeah

It's just so satisfying when you unexpectedly obtain something you really want.

sigh.

SO satisfying =)

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WHAT TIME IS IT?

TIME TO PARTAYYYYY

High high I'm so high

High high up in the sky

hey sexy

hee. haven't fan-girled in a loooong time

old things

'Can you hear me?', I ask

A slight frown mars your smooth forehead

You see my lips move

Yet no sound registers

I gaze at you, silently willing for you to say my name.

But I'm forced to look away.

It hurts.

Your guarded expression tells me what I stubbornly refuse to accept.

You don't remember me. I've lost you.

My eyes feel hot, like I'm about to cry

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found this little thing in my drafts.

wrote it ages ago

i wonder why.

when november ends

One more day with them is not enough. Not even close.

Saying goodbye is hard.

And it's harder after everyone has left and its just me cos that's when it really hits the hardest.