The last one is in. Oh well almost anyway. In about 4 hours time, my last assignment for the semester will be going down the chute. That chute being the assignment box in my psychology building. After one month of non stop slogging, week after week, day in day out, in uni. Today is the last day of that crap.
FREEDOM never felt so good.
Neither did the sense of accomplishment. This semester really made me feel the true meaning of the words - Hard work pays off. Or so I hope anyway. So far so far it is. It is paying off and if my grades carry on this way, I should be getting my honours.
I hope I hope. *fingers crossed*
But of cos, all these will not be possible without my darlings around me.
Mah darling housemates who are always with me, who make sure that I have transport home. Who sends supper to me as a surprise. Who gives all the encouragement to me.
Thank you my darlings for all support and love. =D
Love you both very much.
Love you both very much.
And of course I cannot forget my trackie babies who always delight me with our track blog. Though I don't have the time to blog in our common blog, its always such a joy to read entries about your outings. Its like my medicine where it cheers me up instantly.
And according to my darlings, there's enough space to squeeze 2 of me in. I hope that when I come back, it will not be squeezing just one of me (my size might balloon you know?) ;)
And of course people who have been seeing my msn nicks and asking after me. I'm learning to appreciate the little things in life. Especially conversations with people who I have not heard from in a long time.
*Thanks Kian*
Couple days of relaxation and its back to swot vac.
Study Study Study...
*Thanks Kian*
Couple days of relaxation and its back to swot vac.
Study Study Study...
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Endless workload.
Endless worries.
Endless pain.
When will this ever end?
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I am that girl who stands behind that self-defensive line.
Back to my safety zone.
Because it is a brand new day every day.
Days of carefreeness. Days that are burdeness. Days without questions anymore.
and
These are the days of my life.
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For all the years that I’ve known you baby
I can’t figure out the reason why lately
you’ve been acting so cold (didn’t you say)
if there’s a problem we should work it out
so why you giving me the cold shoulder now
like you don’t want to talk to me girl (tell me)
okay I know I was late again
I made you mad and dinners thrown in (the bin)
but why you making this thing drag on so long (I wanna know)
I’m sick and tired of this silly game
don’t think that I’m the only one here to blame
it’s not me who’s been going round slamming doors
That’s when you turned and said to me
I don’t care babe who’s right or wrong
I just don’t love you no more
Rain outside my window pouring down
what now, you’re gone, my fault, I’m sorry
feeling like a fool cos I let you down
now it’s too late to turn it around
I’m sorry for the tears I’ve made you cry
I guess this time it really is goodbye
you made it clear when you said
I just don’t love you no more
I know that I’ve made a few mistakes
but never thought things would turn out this way
doesn’t make sense to me now that you’re gone (I see it all so clearly)
me at the door with you in a state
giving my reasons but as you look away
I can see a tear roll down your face
That’s when you turned and said to me
I don’t care babe who’s right or wrong
I just don’t love you no more
Rain outside my window pouring down
what now, you’re gone, my fault, I’m sorry
feeling like a fool cos I let you down
now it’s too late to turn it around
I’m sorry for the tears I’ve made you cry
I guess this time it really is goodbye
you made it clear when you said
I just don’t love you no more
Those simple words hit so hard
they turned my whole world upside down
girl you caught me completely off guard
on that night you said to me
I just don’t love you no more
Rain outside my window pouring down
what now, you’re gone, my fault, I’m sorry
feeling like a fool cos I let you down
now it’s too late to turn it around
I’m sorry for the tears I’ve made you cry
I guess this time it really is goodbye
You made it clear when you said
I just don’t love you no more
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Somehow, just those days. I miss alot of things about them. Those very happy days of my first year in Australia. Alot of shit happened, but those were days that I truly enjoyed myself, with people I can trust, people who care, people who bother.
I miss...
Having dinner with at a table of 8.
Walking to the cinema as a house just to watch a show at night.
Those Ipswich coke bottles.
Drinking at that balcony.
Shivering our ass off in our balcony with a row of 4 people eating instant noodles.
Pissing our landlady off.
Boys in the house standing up for us girls.
Taking the last train to the city, watch a soccer match and took the first train home.
Sharing a room with my babe.
Seeing her from my balcony door and saying hello
Seeing her with that green blanket of hers studying.
Those days where I have to put buckets on my bed to collect rain water.
Those days where I walk into uni and I know every other person there.
Getting drunk in that house.
Being called smeagol.
The whole smeagol and frodo fiasco.
Going to church together and never waking up on time.
Seeing the boys play their lan games.
Doing our facial masks together.
Waking up at 7.30am just to reach GC at 12pm.
and many many more...
There is so much I miss. So much I wish is still happening. So much I wish it'll happen again.
But they only last in memories.
smile
Because that's what we can only do.
=D
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When someone calls you a bitch twice. What do you do? Especially when they are called by different people. Do you get angry at those people or do you reflect and sit back and think if what they are saying is true. I belong to the latter now. Yes at first I'll think I'm angry but then I sit back and reflect why do people call me such. I guess in some sense, actually in most sense they are right. When you make a mistake, people judge you for what you have done wrong. Never for what you have done right. Or the times I have done right before. It hurts to know that friends or so called friends have become like that. Especially if its friends that I have cried for. Friends that I actually treasured, turned their back against me when I make a mistake. Yes a mistake, my mistake. But yet, it warranted the bitch word.
bitch
From now on, that's what I am. Cos that's what people see me as.
I know that you're trying to help as a friend. But I think there are so many others out there who are better and more deserving of your help. Someone better. Someone who deserves your love. Someone you can love. Someone who's not labelled as a bitch.
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