*blows off thick layer of dust accumulated on blog*
blame the procrastinator in me. blame the superdupercannotbebeaten bummer in me.
i'm incredibly lazy, i know. the new year 2010 post that never came to be. and the "woo-hoo i've JUST HANDED UP MY THESIS OH YEAH I'M A ROCK-STAR" post that also never came to be... overdue for slightly more than a year? yep. i did console myself that i can always bunch up the "woo-hoo i've JUST HANDED UP MY THESIS OH YEAH I'M A ROCK-STAR" post together with a post dedicated to my convocation and err uni life. with artsy shots of (mostly) my faculty yo! using my trusty Sony Ericsson 6xxx handphone camera. can't get ANYmore artsier than that.
speaking of which, why not just chuck in a few of those pics here?
artsy boh? damn artsy i know.
used to be what i see almost everyday in my uni life -
stumbling blearily up these suckers in great haste.
usually more than half an hour late for whatever class.
while studying for my final final exam. in bed.
arghhh damn nostalgic now. i want to drink kopi satu again while sitting on those mcdonald chairs.
said mcdonald chairs
the truth is, it scares me a little how fast time has passed. that i'm here, right now. another faceless person in the corporate world. faceless because am not that significant, and no, don't particularly have a drrrriiiiive to rise up in that sense.
i have been rather unhappy of late. but it comes in bursts, and i usually allow it. i give in, and i give up. i was told that i would look back, and be embarrassed and ashamed of myself. for being reduced to being all undignified, emotional and clingy. basically for being, you know, a blubbering mess.
pictured: me being a blubbering mess
yeah, nothing better like wallowing in your own sorrow. very, erm, therapeutic. i know i should've called a friend, someone, anyone for that matter, to talk to. i just didn't.
pictured: me wallowing in own sorrow.
also, = blubbering mess
as it goes, blubbering messes don't really make the best decisions. my decision for now? i'll just be "finding a replacement with my heart sedated".
whatever works for me, man.
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... ok, i'm not really being serious, for the uninitiated. i'm obviously doing much better since i'm blogging about it. acceptance is the first step, and i've been in denial for too long. my biggest fear now is probably having denial whack me in the face again.
anyway. ice cream, anyone?