I finally set my lazy self to work today packing my desk and wardrobe.
I uncovered a whole loads of precious pieces that have gone missing!
Stuff like those simple spag top, jeanny skirt, simple tees, …
Where were they when i needed them most?
LOL
I found my photos kept in this corner of my desk.
Photos of me with alot of people.
Some are still hanging around.
Some had already move on to their own life.
It racks up alot of memories.
Those unavoidable thoughts that falls in as i flipped through each and every pictures i found.
Those schooling moments, those dating frenzy, those attachment torment, those poly madness, those part-time activities…
Wow.
How time had flies.
We don’t talk about which hunk is hot or which idiot score higher in those kuku subject or whatsoever anymore.
We talk about who is getting married or who had given birth now or who is earning what and which job is better now.
See the huge jump in topic?
Oh man~
I feel damn old.
My desk have been cleared of all those cutesy hairband which is filled with spiderweb now and i can’t even imagine myself in a brighter color wildcute top anymore.
Cos’ according to dummy, “You’re not suitable for this anymore.”
Okay. I’m still trying to be young.
Now, i know how i should never comment about some aunties who wore really fanciful clothes cos’ i might be someone’s target anytime too!
Sharks.
Oh well.
It takes me years to understand how i should really know what i’m going through and who are the people i should face with my true self.
People whom i hold close to my heart might not always reward me with their truest self.
Yet, people i tie around me with a string, reach out to me even with the slimmest chance of me responding?
I’m thankful for these people who still look for me even though i might have been gone from their phone call/sms list for years.
I’ve learned, and i’ll treasured.
Better than before.
It’s bad to emo on a Sunday night where we start work again the next day.
>_<
Oh well.
You can’t control emotions.
