When I feel sad, I stop being sad and be awesome instead

-Barney Stinson

Good morning.

It's a Sunday, a fairly sunny one. I just came back from our weekly stock-buying from the market and a very satisfying breakfast by the road side. Peanut porridge, red-plu-green beans soup and Chee Cheong Fun. Couldn't ask for a better meal to start a day of mugging. 

AS is in less than 2 days, although it's only maths and Bio practical this week, but still. I don't know how we did it, but we're actually sitting for the most important exam if our lives in less than a year after SPM. We had 2 years to prepare for SPM, which was like Kindergarten if you compare it to A Levels. Talk about not making sense.

My second semester of college ended last Friday. Celebrated it by gobbling quesadillas and burgers in Chilis and surprising someone and throwing him into the pool and hugging him after that and getting wet myself. Not very glamorous but I am grateful for it.

We have basically 4 to 5 months of classes left. Only a hundred over days of teasing and acting like kids. A hundred over days of spontaneous pork noodle trips, toilet trips, walks to Sentral... I swear I'll miss all of this like hell after next May (June is an exam month). One and a half years is way too short. It's cruel, really. You get really attached to people and then they tell you it's time to move on to another chapter. It's not fair.

I have no clue what I'm gonna do after next June. I'd love to go travel, but again, I'll be away from home for at least 4 years starting from fall, it's just not right to not be at home with the little time of 3 months I get to waste.

So much had changed since January. So so much I can't even list them down. I'm proud to say that all the changes are for the good. Okay maybe not all, but the significant ones yes. Things, friends, people, myself, basically nothing stayed the same through out these 10 months. I grew, I learnt, and I realized. One of the main lessons college had given me is that I have to stop sometimes and rearrange my thoughts, and invest more effort on whatever that's more important, and give less, much less, crap about the insignificants. You can't possibly be happy if you pay full attention to everything and try to be the best at everything, to please everyone.

College taught me to ignore unimportant comments and turn away for people who will never appreciate me and my efforts. I care both less and more now, only about different things. And I swear I'm as happy as I can ever be right now. I learnt that if a person is worth keeping, they will probably not be affected by whatever anyone else has to say about you, and I really hold on to that theory. There will always be people who are mad at you, people who think the worst about you, people who are jealous, people who hold on to grudges too much. Why care, when they are the only ones suffering? They can tell the world how terrible a person you are and all, but if you are strong enough to have faith in those you love, their words cannot take even a single drop of happiness from you.

Here's to whatever we have ahead of us. Cherish the moment, look forward to the future, love the ones who love you, hug the ones around you.