Happy 20.11.2011 :)
Firstly I would like to apologize for not posting as often as how it used to be, and sorry for not blogging properly - which in this case means, blog about something different - because I know I've not been blogging often, and whenever I blog, it'll always be that same guy whom I've been talking about for months.
I'd be lying if I tell you that it doesn't hurt anymore.
In fact, it still does. Everyday.
Since beginning the year, I've had the fear of graduation of my seniors, I've been trying to enjoy and live life to the fullest because I know, I can only live this year once, and it's my last year to ever spend the most time with my seniors. I am glad that I can proudly say that I did try my best to live this year well, I've done loads of things, achieve many aims that I never thought I'll, or maybe you could say - I manage to get many things that I thought I wanted/needed.
I know I'd probably blog about something like this on new year eve, but it's okay because I know before 10 Dec 2011 and after this date, my life will be very very different, I'm pretty sure I'll have different things to say by then. My life will change forever and I've no idea how things will be. It's not the matter of cheering up or not, or be positive or things like that actually. Well but I'm pretty sure all my friends will be there and I can't help but smile each time I thought of that bunch of friends who are so willing to listen to me complaining about the same damn issue almost everyday.
I didn't cry on the last day of school. I walked around a lot. I know I'll be back to school in less than 2 months time, but can you imagine how different things will be, for me? I don't even dare to picture it. I'd be in tears if I do. I know departure is something everyone deals with in their lives. This time is just different, too many goodbyes to deal with at the same time.
Handwritten letters. I wrote loads of them, to Li Ching, to Sheen-Le, to Jhun-Ho, to Brendan, to Amanda, to Debra, to Raquel and to Gareth. I wanted to write more letters, long and nice and meaningful letters, but as I sat by the table, holding my newly bought 0.7 pen, I stared at that stack of white A4 papers, all those words which I thought would make me writing continuously for hours, suddenly just disappear. The urge of writing letters still exist, but it's just that I've no idea where to start. I've no idea what to say.
Maybe because I know, no matter how many pieces of paper I use, they're never enough.
I received a handwritten letter though, I was really happy when I got it from this unexpected person. A letter written on a piece of blue colour paper (Well which made it better because blue is currently my favorite colour just so you know) and written with love which came along with a hug when I received it. How nice is that?
I was genuinely happy when I got that letter, besides feeling shocked. I agree that I love gifts, birthday gifts especially, but I love letters more than gifts, because honestly, I have almost everything that I needed, no?
Well, thank you, for that letter was enough to cheer me up :)
Do you know the song 'A thousand years' by Christina Perri?
