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Every touch, every word, every gesture. Reminds me of how things could have been. How things should have been? Maybe not.

How it could have been.

Could is a harsh word. Could is the nice word for "It, whatever you were wishing and hoping for, the same thing you've put all your effort and trust in, that thing which you would die for and commit your whole life to, didn't happen. So quit whining".

How many coulds in your life hinder you from the better things you ought to have?

Or more importantly, is that "could", whatever it is, be so important you're willing to give up what you already have.

Hey Apple!

I like to think of you, and how you bring out the kid in me. Of how you open me up to smiles and laughter. And also, because you help me heal and to trust again.

I also like how you make me type such a CORNY blog post like this at 1.36am in the friggin morning.

Just by being you.

You are delish and pleasant.

I am really sleepy.

So...

Why do you still affect me even if it's long over? I can act like I don't care, but I always will.

Maintaining a friendship has never been harder.

I move in to the hostel this Monday. This marks the first time in my life that I will be away from home for a long term. Yes I'll probably only spend 3 nights a week in my hostel room, but that's a start! Time for more futsal, serious studying in the library, and hopefully, the start of new friendships. Uni life officially begins!

On another note, it is nice to feel belonged and appreciated. It is nice to have someone to yourself. Something I haven't felt in awhile :)

I'm sorry that I always post vague stuff on my blog. Meh. Who cares right.

Some Nights You Will Think of These Things

Today, me and a bunch of my bros drove around some areas in USJ. Looking for ghost houses and what not. We passed by Seafield. Man all those memories just came back. Passed by a little pondok where I had my first kiss (no, the pondok is not in school). Don't know why I'm saying it here, but it's great to always look back once in awhile and see where you came from. Since we will all be going our own ways soon, I count every meal we have as one of our last. Every drive home down Kesas highway really kills(in a sense). People come and go but I hope that some of the friendship I made during form 6 will be solid and long lasting ones. Those were really the times. Every birthday, every car trip, every lunch break in between extra classes, every yumcha session after tuition, every futsal session(both winning and losing against others), every cheap wednesday movie day at Summit, every malay tai-chow session(since we couldn't have pork ribs and bak kut teh).

Everyday that I woke up and dressed in my uniform, even though I was 19 years old. Having stupid high school crushes even though I was old enough to drive and smoke and buy alcohol.(not that I condone smoking nor drinking) High school drama, even if we were a lil too old for that shit. But I guess high school drama never ends does it.

I'll always remember. At least I took a different path than most of my peers. Not the smartest choice to take, but a memorable one. Heck yeah...

So true

The red one, or the blue one?

My new best friend's name is Loratadine. It used to be Clarinase for awhile.

Pills pills pills! :(

Come to think of it...

In 3 months time, I will be single for a whole year already. Haha just reminding myself. It's not too bad anyway.

Wise man say "Single life is teh shihtzzz."

No seriously..

Friendship means accepting each other for who they are, but that doesn't mean accepting what you do to each other.

Friendship takes effort. It's not about conforming to your idiosyncrasies. It's not about lies and cover-ups. It's about being frank to one another.

It's not always about you.