These two days, I've made use of my free time to do part of the assignment and also cleared up both boyfriend's and my wardrobes. It's really good to clear all the unwanted stuff and this feeling you got at the end of it definitely outweighed the irritated flu that you got from all the dust. I still marvel at the fact that I packed up everything even before the time I set out for myself to be done. In the evening today, we drove this box of clothes to the Salvation Army. On this random note, Regan's 9th birthday celebration at Safra was memorable minus the abrasions I got from this 18.5m tall slide I took with my favourite girl of the day. The bruises made me cry for 2 days; I dread bathing even till now. Not only the pain's torturous when water touch the open wounds but the lotion that boyfriend applies for me every few hours has been killing me slowly. I got bruises on my right elbow, knee, arm, and my entire left hand, ouch. Worst, I kept banging onto them by accident. Serious shit. This may be all too random but, I've been trying hard to recap what I have learnt in school, the nutrients that are needed for wounds to heal faster. I have a strong memory of this teaching but I somewhat cannot remember what are the exact minerals. Hmm iron is one of them. I really dislike scars on my body, though there must be a purpose for them to be there. Say, to remind us of what took place at that moment of that incident? Then, when we think back looking at the scar, we realize what life is all about. Getting up when you've fell. Like a ball, the higher you fall, the harder you bounce back

Next chapter of my life- change. It hurts when people, whom you thought know you the best, feel that you have changed. It's not that worse until they add on that the past was better and they wish everything could be the same again. Everyone changes; changes are seen at every part of life. Who you've lost along the way, was it really anyone's fault? The thing that's sick and has been plagued in my mind for long is that people don't understand although they kept saying they will feel happy for us so long we are. When you have moved on to another stage in life yet you are happy with whatever that's going on, your "love" ones whom you supposed them to be, don't get the same sentiment as you. You get so tired of explaining about your new life; the changes that are making you enjoy every moment. You feel they don't have to worry about anything at all but they are doing otherwise. Out of ten people who own a blog of their own, probably a majority of them would have had several blogs previously. Two main reasons that made up this changing of their blogs are because 1 they wanna move to a new and better place to seek for peace and change, away from the sufferings or sadness and whatnot. 2 they want to experience a new web page and relating to this case, to experience a new life and try to adapt to it. I don't do surveys but using the common sense, out of these ten bloggers, is there a single one person whereby his or her life hasn't changed at all and all the posts are identical? If so, then that life of his or hers must be goddamn boring to death. True enough, I do feel nostalgic almost every free hour, even when times like I was really busy but these memories still flow in uncontrollably and you can do nothing else except to reminisce these good old times again. I love all the fun times I had, everything that happened in school, out of fucking school. I exceptionally miss those days where everyday is a joy with my favourite girls. But when old friends suddenly appear out of nowhere with a "Hey I miss you. What's up with life now? Let's meet up soon." It's a cliche, isn't it? Too overly familiar and to the extent that I never wanna hear it anymore. Don't ever wish for time to turn back, because it never happens! Sick to hear people complain they hate changes. It is all part and parcel of growing up. If something isn't the same as before, then it's just meant to be. Two ways- try to make things all the same again which luck and effort must be needed, else suck it up. With this, I'm not referring or doing up this post for particularly anyone but it's just one of the nights where I got my thoughts all straightened out and I feel the compelling need to make everything that's on my mind precise enough

I'm really hurt tonight.. Of other issues as well but not to mention lest I'm gonna need a full page for this post. I don't need anything else to make me feel worse. I've got enough on my plate and I'm almost running out of breath. Breathe in breathe out, out with all the unpleasant air in me