But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

14.11.12

I swore I'd write novels about you.

Could it be that I'm not over you at all?

1.11.12


Form Four's officially over. Well, it was official yesterday, but since the drama workshop is over too, the next time I'll see the inside of my school again is next year. That's a pretty terrifying thought.

I told myself I'll reflect on the year when New Year comes, so I'm trying hard not to get too sad about it. The year's not over yet. I still have lots of things to do for the next two months, and I'm only half as wise and twice as lost as I was at the beginning of '12. But let's save that for December.

I had lunch with Winshean and Amanda at Dhaarsh's mother's stall at a food court in Damansara Perdana. It was very, very, very delicious, even though I got stabbed by a fried prawn twice. That's not very attractive. Shas couldn't make it, so it wasn't nearly as fun as it would've been, but still fun nonetheless.

Dhaarsh brought us to the open area on the first floor. It's the most ideal place for inspiration, should the view be prettier than a construction site. Soon, it'll be buildings and you can't see the trees anymore, which is a shame because it would've been a really pretty landscape.

It hasn't hit me yet, but I'll be sad soon enough.