I know, I’ve been a real procrastinator. Uh oh. I have tons of assignments, and I haven’t even begun to buckle down on them. I haven’t met my dentist either for my monthly braces check up, as I keep postponing my schedule for some other time, so yes, I’m being such a damn slacker these days, and I definitely don’t like it whatsoever. Blame it on my endlessly pouring assignments, sigh, I feel like I’m eating shits by this moment, and I urgently need to throw up. Give me a minute to go to the toilet.
Aside from a mountain of sickening assignment I have been consuming and had enough already, there is a lot of thing happened these days, which has got me sidetracked and somehow, left me confused and wondered at such fragile thing. The thing that seems to be tenacious and solid from the outside look, nonetheless it is tenuous and easily broken in the inside.
It’s about love, about relationship, specifically about friendship. It’s about relationship that I think would last to the last breath, not knowing it would only end up sunk virtually with no trace. It’s about someone, who is supposed to be the one who pieces me back when I fall apart and makes me feel good when I hurt so bad, plus stays with me just because I am me, without any hidden reason and intention. It’s about the trust and loyalty I confide in someone, that I have faith in and believe would never ever betray me, called friend. It’s about people in my life I want to believe I can count on and what is matter most.
It’s not my problem, anyway, well I count it as a problem, truth to be told, it’s one of my friends’ matter. I have no right in probing into her personal business, and I’m far away interested in digging up others’ dirt. I feel sorry for her, but there’s nothing I can do to make it okay. Time will heal, I guess.
Oh yeah, yesterday, I sat in church’s bench, supposed to be listening to the priest’s sermon, but ended up talking with my father, about my childhood. It’s a personal talk actually, which had successfully left me overwhelmed with nostalgia for my days in childhood. I won’t make it public, but there’s one thing I want the world to know. One thing about the truth, that I love my father. Period.
P.S To the best man ever in my life, I love you.
The most memorable people in life, will be the people who loved you when you weren't very lovable. That's definitely my father.
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