Happy ' 1 month '

I didn't realise how one month could just flew past me like that. I can't even imagine how I even managed to numb myself for the first two weeks. Till today, I don't think I'm completely over it, it still feels raw from time to time, it doesn't make sense at all.

At times part of me wants to run up to her and hug her and swing her around like we've never met in many years ; then another part of me says that now's not the time, or it'll backfire somehow.

Either way it's driving me nuts, stuck trying to make a difficult decision. I was pretty confident that I'd pick one of the two choices I had after giving it some thought, but then, something arise and there goes my chance to get the answer I longed for.

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Anyway putting that aside, my holidays were fantastic!

I thought it would be good if I got 'super happening' all a sudden to get over this overwhelming depressing moment. I tried, only to find out that, it didn't really help much with recovering. When I'm around people, it doesn't cross my mind, but when it comes to the time when I'm alone, the thoughts alone can kill me.

Moreover, I realise that I was all over the place, I find it pretty silly, because I did not feel happy doing it either. Screwed up my sleeping hours, and kinda killed my body too.

So then I knew it was time that I have to stop all these foolishness just to be around people all the time. Not that I do not enjoy the privilege of having people around it's just that it feels different if it's not with your closest bunch of friends.









All the hits played were good, crowd kinda sucked though. I thought it was supposed to be Ladies Night, and instead it turned out to be a Men's Fest -_-

One table had at least 6 guys on it, what a bummer man. And what makes it better is that the table which had bunch of girls didn't even hit the dance floor ):

Oh well, other than that I couldn't remember a single thing, but what happens there stays there :D

The following days were not really interesting at all, it kinda became a routine for me to sleep till it's late in the evening and probably waste the day just like that. Until one day :o Eu Gene and I decided to conquer Broga, it doesn't sound too challenging doesn't it but we had nothing better to do.

Slept for two hours, hooked on the GPS and got some beer and off we went.



Believe me it was WAYYYYY DARKER than this, I could barely see the road as I was driving into the area. We got lucky because some humans reached after I parked the car. I thought we were alone.

The climbing was pretty challenging! I had an umbrella on one hand, and the icebox on the other and I still had to hold the torchlight. There were certain parts of the hill where you had to grab on to something in order to continue climbing, the safety ropes were broken, and I only saw a black patch when I looked forward.

Just when I realised it was a bad idea bringing the beers and ice pack along...



We REACHED! Just within 35 minutes of hiking. We were pretty excited we weren't late for the sunrise but the freaking area was so misty and I knew it was going to rain. We decided to wait a little longer before heading down and kept our fingers crossed that we might see that sunrise.



Nothing beats a chilled beer when you're so exhausted gasping for air. I SHIT YOU NOT, those advertisement don't lie. When you're extremely thirsty just go for a beer, screw water :D




Overall it was a good experience, I had to spend 35 minutes, hiking up this hill, just to find out I am physically unfit, and kinda dumb for not being practical enough ' eg : bringing beer up.

We had lunch at MCD because there was not many shops opened around Semenyih, but we could've died from hunger and exhaustion I swear :S

To be continued.. I'm not done updating but enjoy reading (:

Expression

I just got over the fact that a person very dear to me asked me to shut down my blog due to privacy issues and all. I was really demotivated to blog because of that, and even after it didn't bug me after awhile, I eventually just got lazy to update. When I thought about it, I realised, there isn't much of a substance here to be used against me, nor does it expose anything that's not supposed to be exposed.

Moving on, I get questioned a lot about why I'd always 'put my soul' on the blog whenever I post up something new. The thing is, sometimes I see people going through tough times, what they do is that they try to keep it to themselves in a small little bubble, and tank everything that hits them. And by the time they realise that they can't handle all of that pain, they erupt or even collapse.

In my case, expressing what I feel and all, has been an outlet for me. I feel so much better when I do so, even if I don't write about it, I'd talk about it. What's the point of letting that thought run around your mind like a bloody roadrunner and not do something about it?

Because of this form of outlet, I started to enjoy writing about my thoughts, voice out about something, love presenting something, anything that involves saying something. It made me feel good, just planting something from the mind to words. Eventually it became my passion, nothing's going to stop me, from blogging, no matter how controversial the post may be, how shitty it maybe, because I blog to express, not to impress.