piles of mess memories

after 16 long years of being a student, i now stand on the pinnacle of my success as a graduate. part of the post academic year thingy is finally disposing all the trash i'd been keeping for so long. other stuffs were products of my elementary years. i know, i'm have an o.c personality. compulsive hoarding of worthless things. and so now, it's time to let go... yihee! but it wasn't easy. i suffered in ambivalent feeling before i finally surrendered them all to the garbage collector.

well all these craps are not just one big mess, they gave me great memories and i'll surely laugh at all these after a decade. actually i'm smiling now. i miss being a student.

This is the first scrap book i made when i was still sophomore. i still have it. it's for keeps =)

darkness.

almost perfect. i wiped my face with a towel. i had to make sure my eyes are not reddened and puffed. i had to go and eat, 'twas past lunch time. but i ended up walking back to my room. i locked the door and silently sat on my bed. i was quiet for a minute or two thinking of nothing. i could not even hear the noise of construction operation behind my room. i moved an inch, and slowly assumed a fetal position unconsciously. i guess it was the regression part most depressed patients demonstrate. but i'm no psycho!

i closed my eyes just as soon as i felt the tears bursting out of my eyes. hell. i was stupid to think that i could stop it from falling down on my cheeks. still, i managed to keep my eyes closed. i don't want to see anything. just these dark whirling halos. there was a moment of relief. but it did not last for more than half a minute. thinking that i should not be thinking of anything else but those halos made me think of it again. this time, there was no way i could stop the tears. it was even senseless to try to wipe every drop. i could not remember how it stopped. i just realized that there were no halos anymore. i opened my eyes. and darkness covered my room again.

i went out of my room and walked straight to the kitchen. i cannot deny the presence of growling noise in my stomach. just in time for dinner.

almost perfect.
and i almost believed.

LSS: maybe you might have some advice to give on how to be insensitive...

summer means vacation!

everyone living in this island could feel the breeze of summer (well i suppose?). how about dreaming of a perfect place to relax and enjoy the cool wind as you explore the coastlines. oooh. i am so craving for a vacation! can anyone suggest a good place??? =)