4 years later

Revisited and read all my old posts at this hour (ha. I remembered I actually have a blog). Still trying to convince myself that I'm now in my last semester of my undergraduate life. Kinda feel nostalgic, so I decided to post my thoughts after visiting my old self. The following are just ramblings, updates on what happened over the last 4 years.

I met Yintak in my freshmen camp on 24 July 2012. He was probably one of the quietest people I've ever met, so I didn't bond with him as much as I did with my other teammates. But somehow we began spending time together after the camp, all started when we just wanted to say hi one of our camp-mate at her workplace. Since then, he became one of the most important person in my life. Three and a half years have passed, and we're still glad it happened. Things are not perfect, but what matters is that we trust each other, and we're always willing to work on them to improve ourselves.

In 10 days, Tak is leaving for Seattle for six months. I plan to take this time to find myself again. After reading my old posts, I was reminded of what I was like, four or six years ago - fearless, cheerful, highly optimistic (hence, the name of this blog when it was first created). It was not Tak's fault that certain things change (to various extents) - these four years gave me a lot of life experiences, and changed my personality a little. I became slightly less direct, less optimistic, less ambitious. At the same time, I believe that I have been warmer, easy-going, and more appreciative. Well, as said, I plan to reflect on this, to keep the good stuff, and work on the not-so-good ones.

My strongest pillar of support, Yeye, who is also the most important person to me, passed away on 5 October 2014. When Yeye was first diagnosed of the illness, my family hid the news from me. I guess I was sharp and suspicious enough to dig it out on my own. I was utterly broken. It was as if my life support was taken away from me - that's how much he was, and still is, important to me. I never really speak to my friends about this. I could only open myself up to Yintak, and I was thankful that he was there for me. It was probably my toughest moment in my life, and I didn't want to be reminded of it.

That's it for now. I got tired of composing. I guess I was never meant to revive this blog anyway (cos I'm too lazy to keep it alive).

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