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Sunday, December 14, 2008

Told you guys I was in heaven! :D

I think everyone has started studying except for me. For this month or more, I've been staying away from my notes as much as possible and going out alot and squandering all my parents' money away. What a bad girl I am. And then these days after I'm back from the mountains, I continue with this lifestyle and sleep my extra time away. Time for a change!

This past half year I've been hurting so much over the same wound, I've been living in the same past. What's worse than hurting? I refused to get out of it knowing that it will continue to hurt. But they say time heals all wounds. Perhaps perhaps. Refusing to stop hurting because I didn't want to let go of the happiest memories I had. But I'm learning to accept the fact that without letting go I wouldn't ever be happy again or even happier. The year is ending, christmas is coming. It's another meaning altogether for me. Crumble to dust, memories could be wiped clean. It's either I remember all or just cease to remember even the happiest memories. I was afraid to lose, but they're only this fragile and why should I hold on to them when the present has been disconnected from the past?

Y just dropped by in a desperate attempt to finish her work. Poor silly stressed girl. Don't cry anymore. Jiayou my dear girl.

Oooh and I finished the twilight series. Time to get started on perfect monopoly meiosis mitosis whatever.