sigh..it's realli hard to concentrate n study..too much distractions around..cant seemed to concentrate..need to reread each sentence at least thrice..is it realli tat hard to study at this age??or is it bcos i had lost touch wif most of my basics..sigh..dun think it's the language problem cos i can understand journals fine..jus the super text i m supposed to study tat's looking super tough nw..
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jus browse thru my posts..saw this under "The Tag".. think i was quite creative back thn dun u think??wakakaka..n it's still true even after all these years..wat can i say..the leopard nv changes its spots?wakakakaka..mayb i m jus too comfortable being myself..abit too comfortable ;p
I love to look at the clouds on sunny days under a tree bcos it makes me feel calm n peaceful. I hate to be alone but I hide myself most of the time in my room. I get emotional quite often even if it’s not PMS. That’s when I need space n understanding from ppl ard me which is hard n all..
wonder when i can look at clouds on sunny days again..these few days it has been too sunny..tat i hardly see clouds hanging ard..either that or it's too cloudy until u cant see the sky..
Goodnight, Beautiful..
i think i stopped blogging ever since i stopped reading..slowly but surely after my return from glasgow, after i was hooked wif fb games, i stopped wat was previously my passion..
recently started reading again..i think it's cos i finally realise hw empty my life had been..fr the past 3 years o so..revolving wif work n fb..nothing more..only recently i had willed myself out of the daily routine..to pursue wat i used to believe in..to live once again..
as expected, it wasnt easy..it nv meant to b..tat probably explain y i left my ambitions, my dreams aside..drowning myself wif fb games..it still wasnt easy..but i m glad i pass the first obstacle..took the first step forward..nw, the real test begin..i m starting to slack back to my own self again..whether i succeed this time, it doesnt matter..cos i noe i m gg to try till i succeed..
forgot totally bout this place..even though i promised apple to revive it last year..time realli flies..it's almost a year nw..forgot about its existence totally..until yesterday..i found out kimi was spamming my blog..kekeke..she was reading my posts..each n every one of them..the stories tat i wrote during tat year..tat jot down the good n bad..n the unforgettable..read back a few of them..definitely brings back memories..n reminded me hw forgetful i had bcome..
n hw monotonous my life had been..it was all colourful back then..nw, it is worst than a black n white picture..i am living yet dead inside..sigh..so i guess i did sth meaningful today..left my laptop on like i used to back in glasgow..sat in my bed n read..
which brings me back to the title of this post..tat's the title of the book i read today..by Dorothy Koomson..had heard of her fr ages..bought tat book together wif her other book ages ago..nv set myself to read it..cried alot..cos the story was realli heart wrenching..tot it was like any other books i had read..books bout love etc..books tat are categorised as chic lit..books tat goes together wif cecilia ahern's ps; i love u, alexander potter's be careful wat u wish for..but this was nt any other book..at least it was nt to me..it taught me tat once the chance has pass it will nv come again..once u missed it, things will nv b the same again..hopefully things will start to look well from nw on..n hopefully i wont go back into my undead self again..i nd to find a purpose in life......
wonder who if anyone drops by here anymore..if u happen to read this, pls bear wif me..i m still coming to terms wif the now me..haven used english for ages..gt so much more to share..but cant...i finally understands y some ppl find it hard to express themselves..nt cos they are introvert o wat..jus tat they cant find the right words to do so..
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