during OOP lab.
Here I am in my OOP Lab (that’s Object Oriented Programming btw) …waiting for the rest to create folders for today’s lesson. ---------- The first month is already ending this semester. ---------- For the past few months, I’ve discovered something new about myself too. Now, But despite all this, I want you to also remember that… …. ---------- Okay, the lecturer’s looking at me typing, probably thinking I am keying in codes right now. …have a good Raya Haji, all =) Ps: Ah, I forgot to mention an important date in the past entry - Mom turned 41 on the 17th =) … *hugs*
2006-12-29, 10:13 a.m.
Just thought I’d blog something.
All my roommates are already on the way back to their ‘kampung’(s).
…and I’m still here.
I don’t need the pity though, honest.
Truth is, it doesn’t really make much of a difference anymore - how early I return for the weekend.
Because I do so every single weekend anyway.
I know it’s Raya Haji, but with dad in Thailand now and granpa not being around anymore… I don’t feel as festive =(
(Yes, I sound bratty. I think I’m coming down with PMS, I sense a moody note..haha ;p)
Yes, time flies.
It’s crazy how much I’ve to study actually.
I’ve hardly even covered 50% of what I should know by now.
*screams*
*jumps off building*
I realized it is only when you bother to study that you really see the amount of things you HAVE to know.
And that freaks me out.
But since I’m trying a different approach in my academics this time, I try to be.
It’s… stressful.
Even quizzes scare me to death.
Anything contributing to my carry marks kills me.
I got so traumatized by how bad my accumulation of it was last sem =(
Midsem is also approaching, I am freaked!
(like you can’t sense that already…)
I could go on forever!
Let that continue in my private mind.
Something I never thought I’d ever be capable of… which is turning cold.
Dead cold.
And being brutally honest with my opinions, thoughts, feelings and actions when it comes to people I used to never want to hurt my relationship with.
It’s not such a bad thing you know, because it gives you peace of mind.
You know situations where you sit back and watch things happen – the bad choices people make, the irrational and illogical ways they tend to react, etc?
And sometimes, just wishing so bad you can say something to knock sense into them?
Yes, I’m referring to that sort of thing.
I’m not referring to anything dramatic like screaming out in public and making a scene, I wouldn’t go that low.
I’m referring to a proper conversation where 2 people sit down and talk.
It may not always work, they may not always listen.
But someway somehow, I hope the message of whatever I tried to convey reached them.
I know I’m not always right.
But you can’t deny my right to speak my opinions anyway.
Especially when you ran to me, during times you screwed up, to ask for them.
I am no longer afraid to lose ties.
I am no longer the people pleaser.
I am tired being nice and unappreciated.
I am the girl who stood by you through thick and thin.
I never denied you when you needed a crying shoulder.
I am the girl who laughed with you and cried with you.
I hurt just as much when you are hurt.
I am still and always will be… your friend.
So…Um…
*types “return 0;”*
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