Time.

Darn it. My previously drafted post got deleted as my IE hung just now. Now I have to recollect my thoughts because it was a bloody long one. ARGH.
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I looked at the FHM (mis)placed haphazardly on my pile of past-semestral notes.

Issue: Feb 2006, with Erica Lee as the cover-page model.

How time flies. It has been almost a year already. Although the notes remained unpacked. Although the mouse-potato computer routine dies hard. Although the atmosphere of my room still feels stifling and slight-claustrophobically inhibiting.

Some things never change.

But some things, they do.

Nonethelessly, I've learnt a few new things about myself.

Some people became fearful of me.
Some people say I am cute.
Some people say I am reliable.
Some people say I'm silly.

But I guess, this is just me. Maybe, some parts of me manifested with time, coupling it with the ever-evolving circumstances around me.

Time does change me, for the better and/or the worst. Depends on how you view me, that is.

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As I reminisced into the past (meaning to say, around half a year back onwards), I have positive thoughts about rekindling my previous relationship. Thoughts about how life with her would be if she changes. How fantastic life would be with her if the changes were to take place.

I even thought to myself, that how would I feel one day when I suddenly wake up and moved on? At that point in time, I cannot find a proper, logical explanation or rather, I told myself I can't do it.

But even as motivating thoughts emerged from me, potently overwhelming negative thoughts set in as well. It is not like the candle fire that waxes and wanes.

Doubtfulness and apprehension overrode the positivity of them all as time went by. Now it felt so funny even trying to think about it again.

I guess some matters need no further elaborations. Pretty indicative of where I'm heading towards isn't it?

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Well, this semester has been pretty much relaxing compared with the previous one. No long, tormenting lectures and tutorials that seem like eons, no caffeinated nights mugging for examinations and assignment mad rushes. Well, some of the previously-mentioned do apply to this semester as well. This semester seems stressful in its unique way in the sense that there is practicum.

But all these made much more bearable with intrinsic motivation budding within me from the angel.

Thank you.

Albeit at times, it does feel like femme fatale.

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I know (and confirmed) that this blog is under the surveillance of watchful eyes waiting to prey on the juicy bits of my life. My only request for you guys out there would be, to read and forget. There's nothing much here worthy of critical discussions, hypotheses-making and speculations after assimilating what I've penned down ever so truthfully here.

Thank you so very much.

Good day people.