More hardcore weeks ahead

It's Week11 into Semester2 now, which also means that the next few weeks ahead is going to be a little more hardcore than expected. Hopefully I won't be falling sick again anytime soon, cause coughing my lungs out isn't exactly something nice to begin with.

24 hours and counting

The effects has certainly took its toll on me. As much as my mind can still take in, my body somehow can't take it anymore. I'm actually expecting more of these hardcore moments in the next couple of weeks. With the load of assignments, chapters to catch up, and some other stuff on the sidelines, I doubt that I could even call for a short break anytime soon.

40 minutes into Tuesday's lecture, and I had to request to leave class for the doctors already. Thankfully it was only the standard sore throat, cough and flu. Good news is that I'm almost done with my medication now. I just somehow can't stand how drowsy the cough syrup makes me feel, especially when I have much work to speed up on.

Heading off for a warm shower and a good nights sleep now. Tata~

p/s: I found myself waking up 6 hours later to not only feed the cat, but to also do a final round of checking and minor amendments on the group research assignment. Time check. 7.22a.m.

I've never felt this way before

Indeed, this feeling is something really strange to me. Something I've not felt before. Something so foreign that I just can't seem to comprehend, no matter how hard I try. Maybe I should just stop trying to, since it isn't suppose to matter anymore.

It seemed just like yesterday when reality had torn my beautiful nightmare apart, that I was left to break down and cry while He was on the other end of the phone line. It seemed just like yesterday when He was sitting beside me, telling the innocent and naive me that I should just "get out, move on, and never look back." It seemed just like yesterday when I felt so vulnerable, that I had shed painful tears down my cheeks in front of Him. And it seemed just like yesterday when I thought that He would be someone so significant, that I almost end up shattering myself yet again to pieces.

But that was slightly over 2 years ago.

It was a few days back when our paths crossed again at the junction near our homes. And as much as I didn't want to, I somehow didn't know why I had decided to flash those highlights in hopes that He would notice that I was just in front of Him. Sadly, He only waved like any other driver along the road that would, when a nice person simply decides to adhere to road rules and not stop in the middle of the yellow box so that others could cross. Guess He either didn't realize it was me, or simply choose to not acknowledge like I do. As much as I wished that He would at least recognize, I should be rather thankful He didn't. Because it was my choice in the first place to literally walk out of it.

But it is today I'm left speechless, with only a little tinge of familiar emotions, as I learn that He had got married over the weekend. I suddenly felt that I've nothing else but only wishes of well for them both.

Worth the fight for

I know that the relationships worth maintaining are the ones that would last through years and grow along with time, with love that would never fade. To my girls who had always stood with strength and courage, I'm blessed to know that this is something that's worth fighting for.