It's been too long.

I am still alive. Yes, barely but still alive. Broken, not brand new and not with a bang but am grateful in any other way. Holiday just started and so does Eidul Fitri. That also means that Ramadhan just left us.

I am still so broken from last semester. It was hectic and I kind of hate it. I could have done better and succeed in any other way but it needed too much energy and I got bored way too easily. It was a mistake, I am starting to convince myself. But I am pulling through and recovering. Pulling through, holding on to the last strand of thread and recovering.

I found new love yesterday. I didn't have the courage but eventually tried them. I feel a little sorry but it feels like a breathe of life once again. I'll try and try and try. And by God's means, maybe I'll get it.

I miss Soldier. He had a 28km route march from Mandai or somewhere there. Have not heard from him since 5 in the evening and hopes that everything is fine. It is always fine with him, that little rascal. I love you so much, kay? Take care and have fun! Meet you this weekends, I hope. <3 There's a lot to look forward to this September. I hope things are going to be bright and sunny.

There's this Saturday and Friday and tomorrow I am going shopping. ^^, And then there's the chalet and the NYAA adventure camp. It's like outward bound but more brutal. Haha. There will be kayaking, high elements (which excites me and making me shudder at the same time), sleeping in tents and we have to carry everything ourselves in those big hiking bags. I don't even know how but I think it will be memorable, most definitely!

Happy tripping ya'll. It's time I sleep, I guess. Much love.