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Too Long

The title perfectly describes my time away from the blogosphere. For some reasons I seem to be blogging lesser day by day. It might be the lack of inspiration, or lack of motivation. But as if I didn't know this day would come any sooner. And to think that I used to blog everyday some 4 years ago, hmm, must have been way too bored then.

I would absolutely be lying if I make a stupid promise again that I'll blog more frequently, yada yada yada. So I'm just going to say, I hope inspiration strikes me soon enough to let me blog like I used to. 'Though my initial plans to improve my vocabulary were seemingly (temporarily) put off, all thanks to my rather packed schedule and endless list of to-dos. I mean, come on, it's Chinese New Year season - I've got shopping to do.

Speaking of which, isn't it time to spring clean my room already?

Lately (as in since SPM ended) I've been eliminating loads and loads of rubbish collected over my innocent, okay, IGNORANT childhood. It's rather pleasing, because it feels like you're finally getting rid of the despicable, obnoxious child in you. Growing up is amusing. More doors are opened, more risks are supposed to be taken, and more crazy moments await.


Friends who started college, toasts to you. But I'll never comprehend the joy of starting school so soon when you've just barely escaped it after 11 tedious years. Or maybe I'm just a sad rebellious kid who prioritizes fun over education. Alright, who am I kidding? Working can be pretty educational too if you ask me. So far I've learned how to fold and unfold a wheelchair, know the difference between a Hi-Lo and a Double Fowler, what are Crocs shoes composed of, and the definition of KIV.

In school, you're given a lesson and then a test. In life, you're given a test that teaches you a lesson. So I picked the latter.

Being around colleagues that are so diverse in personalities and family backgrounds and education, I've discovered that people are connected by one single factor: mutual understanding. Tolerating and agreeing with opinions is what makes the world go round. Orbit. Whatever. My point being, my days of being a self-conceited moron are to be left far behind. I'll try really hard to be a better person.

Despite all the things happening around, one fact is inevitable: Results. Whenever I think about it I shudder. My hairs stand up, my spine freezes, and I feel like I having a melt down so that I can weep my eyeballs out. No, it's not that I didn't do well. But it's just so unpredictable. And that's just me being the usual wimp that I am before the one thing that potentially defines my future and my life is revealed. My nightmares aren't doing any good to me either.

I know well enough not to relate stupid visions with reality. But the truth is brutal, they say.

Till we meet again.

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