Collect Moments

Been having the urge to type, but I have been finding all sorts of excuses to procrastinate. And the truth is that I miss my teenage days, I know 21 is still young in relation to one's entire lifespan, I'm not insisting that I'm too old already, but that even at the age of 21. I already felt the vast difference from before. While I was on the way home earlier on a couple in secondary school uniform was strolling in front of me, and it brought me back to the days when I was a secondary student like them, when I talk like a xia0Meiimeiizxzx, when I had all the time of day to waste outside, when I was in a relationship and I thought that the person is the one and only. How naive indeed, I would have been so ashamed if somebody secretly recorded a footage of myself back in those days, those embarrassment, those so called troubles I had, those selfish and self-centered thought I have drawn upon myself. And time has changed, people grew. Day by day, comes responsibility, it is ...

Week 5, 21 years old now. Doesn't feel like it, and refuse to embrace it. Okay this probably has nothing to do with my birthday or not, but more of my stagnant state of my studies. Terrible, sigh. This is equivalent to my year 1 sem 1, or rather worse. And I'm forever in the shagged out state physically. Ohman, today is only the start of Soccer training. I didn't even have any prior commitment to this. Sigh. And relationship has slowly fades to the stage whereby two of us quarrel over the smallest thing ever almost every other day, damn, never thought these days will come, so soon. Well, I just really really need to sleep now. There is a lot of things on my mind, and yet in another second there is nothing on my mind. I need a good break and come back stronger.

After what feels like a month, and after all the procrastinations, I'm back to my most comfortable self, the blogging me. :) Sometimes I can't imagine how devastated I will be if blogger is removed from the internet one day. All my entries, all the words written, be gone. Well, let's not get into something hypothetical for now. It's four week into school and I have yet to bring out my fighting spirit to pull my results yet. The mods I'm taking this semester is interesting but my mugging spirit is just not there yet. And staying in hall is, redundant now. Things would have been the same, if not better if I were staying in residence. Coming to year two, I have became extremely reluctant to interact with new faces, or even catching up with some of the old ones. I'm way more comfortable staying in my room with the fairy lights by the window, the LEGO miniature figures on the table, resting on the funky chair my mum bought. I won't deny that I love the entire...