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Every time I close my eyes.
Old videos and photos at dhivya's yesterday really made me realise that everyone around us has grown up- and that we'll be going our separate ways in life on thursday.
Random episodes of Proposal Daisakusen teach me something new each and every time I watch them. It all seems to be about regret, and how we should never sit around waiting for the perfect opportunities to appear, thinking that "there's always tomorrow". But isn't this easier said than done? How much courage does it take, really, to risk losing everything and just plunging into the unknown- not knowing if you'll succeed, not knowing anything. Worst of all is the fear of failure and rejection. The fear that cripples your heart like no other, the fear that has stopped me from fighting for so many things.
At 8AM on 26th January, I'll see the name of my next institution of education in my phone. Hahaha. And then, orientation- last ITP on saturday. Why does life suck so bad? I want to go back to 27 November and start everything all over again. I want rcyc camp back. But it's school now, school school school - making new friends, new environment, dealing with another two years of tests, examinations, mugging, drama and memories. Red Cross is my sweet escape from damned, cold reality.
It's raining.
Old videos and photos at dhivya's yesterday really made me realise that everyone around us has grown up- and that we'll be going our separate ways in life on thursday.
Random episodes of Proposal Daisakusen teach me something new each and every time I watch them. It all seems to be about regret, and how we should never sit around waiting for the perfect opportunities to appear, thinking that "there's always tomorrow". But isn't this easier said than done? How much courage does it take, really, to risk losing everything and just plunging into the unknown- not knowing if you'll succeed, not knowing anything. Worst of all is the fear of failure and rejection. The fear that cripples your heart like no other, the fear that has stopped me from fighting for so many things.
At 8AM on 26th January, I'll see the name of my next institution of education in my phone. Hahaha. And then, orientation- last ITP on saturday. Why does life suck so bad? I want to go back to 27 November and start everything all over again. I want rcyc camp back. But it's school now, school school school - making new friends, new environment, dealing with another two years of tests, examinations, mugging, drama and memories. Red Cross is my sweet escape from damned, cold reality.
It's raining.