Woke up almost 1pm…and I was like have no idea how to start with this Sunday morning.I know I have reading to be done and some assignment I should start but my mind not into any of that.Found myself in a very disorganize state that I didn’t know where to begin my day.I have been at this state of mind for awhile since back from a holiday with family.It was fun and as soon as im back to my college I was thinking of getting a ticket again for the next holiday.Miss all of them, though sometime the argument among us almost inevitable but I cherish those moment with the loved one or I should say the love of my life.
My days gone by without a say of grace , a thankfulness of the beauty this life this few weeks and today I successfully forced myself to pause and be lost in the gratitude to God for a fraction of a second and in an instance I can feel the difference .I always believe this
So im back here, after weeks or probably months of not writing anything.first of all, before exam I was busy with revision and study then packing my stuffs then when I got to my hometown,theres no internet connection in there so I was like totally cut off from my internet world for 2 weeks then I was back here again but then my mind and my soul was still in a holiday mood.It took me days to get my system back to my routine here.Even that im feeling like still unorganized but today I was better .Probably that is why im here now…..opening my heart
What really gets into me today was the all the memory , the warm feeling of being with someone I care and loved so much but had gone long time.Im not very sure why am I having this moment of ‘unexciteness ‘ and disappointment out of the blue.Those were the sweet days that have gone , even the heartbroken was healed but believe me the scar will remain. Everything was forgotten or probably have been placed at the subconscious part of my mind and theres always a risk that it will haunt me back .It came back to me now…I have loved him genuinely and open up my heart like I never before but in the end I was the one left crushed with my own feeling.Theres always the reality that always scared the hell out of me- the reality that he probably never love me back! ..Ouchhh .I doesn’t know about this and doesn’t really want to know or it will take the taste out of my tongue BUT other times, im dying to know.ohh Im helpless……………………………… I still do talk to him once in a while.Sometime im trying not to know anything about him but most often than not I love to hear from him and its killing me.I resent myself for having all this thought and feeling about him after what had happened between us and for the fact that all of these still bother me at times.
Right now, I just hope that this state of mind will be considered normal because I still value the sanity of myself.
I usually write when im upset, undecided, unexcited , disappointed and lost but trust me , its not easy to focus unless you willing to fight with your inner self.




I have my eyes on Cecelia Ahern's novel this week.For a start, i have finished 'P.s I love you'. This book is superb , a story of a couple who have lived most of their life together but then separated for ever after the death of the husband.Throughout the story , i cant help but feeling depressed for Holly ,for her to go about the day without her husband and live only because of the monthly messages .My heart really went out for her.Everytime , she got the message i felt a lump in my throat just like her i guess and at times inevitably i felt my tears ran down my cheeks. I felt her sadness, her emptiness and her loneliness.Maybe i was just too emotional, too sentimental.
The one thing that i hate reading a love story is that i tend to feel sorry for myself after the whole story but that was before, i have learnt to handle it.What i really love about this novel was that there were lots of emotion in me that i didnt know , that i didnt understand before but Miss Ahern has put it in words for me.Eventhough the situation is very different but the feeling towards it are all the same.The feeling of loneliness that sometimes i wanted to run away from but other times i just value it. Another thing is the jealousy of seeing other people moving on happily with their life, with the perfect partner while me on the other side have none of it.It wasnt like i hate other people being happy , no , not at all but i wish i could have it just like them.



