Then, my family came for a visit. i remembered i was feeling like the happiest person on earth. it felt like out of the blue , i got an abrupt news that i'm soon to be freed from the prison after being life-sentenced. When they're gone, i found myself hiding in the washroom crying my heart out, escaping from the reality, finding way to stop the tears from pouring out, summoning the courage to stay focus and strong.
Next, we got two weeks of mid semester break. Hooray. Let it be two or three or a month, it's never enough. I had to go back to my torturing cell again.
After that, things sort of changed. i found myself able to adapt to the environment, to the crazy and hectic life there. i met up with people and we'd become friends and i found myself not that depress and homesick as before. The longing is still there, it will never fade, it probably just subsides a little bit.
then, i found chance to get home again. For three days and i grab this opportunity to come back to gather with family because i really do miss them. Then, we parted again. i was sad all over again but eventually i pulled through everything and moved on.
i waited patiently and fulfilled my time and life with colors and beautiful memories, that's what writing blog is all about. i need a variety of the hue of colors in my life. then, i guess my gangs and i started to really enjoy the college life because it started to involve boys. God, this is so not me. Nonetheless, we never let the wicked attraction of the opposite sex to hinder or deter us from striving for the top spot in the classes. Selfish to admit that they'd become sort of our favourite pastime to endure the days.
Now, i am sad all over again. i never really want to go back even there's a Chace Crawford or Chuck Bass wandering or loitering around the college. All i ever wanted was more time at home, with family, time for myself, slow things down, enjoy life at home.
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