Hiks.. Sy sudah kembali..
What to do.. Ofis lama tu xde wifi, blogs pulak kena block so tak dan la nak update ni..
Now that i’m back to being independent & doing what i love the most which is chart analyzing bolehla i start meroyan balik kat sini hiks..
I do miss the good old times.. Bukan setakat waktu sekolah je, and to tell u the truth, i do not miss my school years as much as my college years. Yes, i think that was my prime years. I miss my matrix friends n my u friends.. Who are probably my best buds now.. Of course, i’m that type of person yang ada lotsa friends from school, matrix n college and cant seem to mix them in one room. I lebih selesa to just spend one afternoon with my school friends, another with my matrix friends n the rest of the week with my college friends. I admire people who can just throw the whole bunch into one room and let them mix around for themselves. I cant do that, i’ll have anxiety attacks just thinking who i should talk to first, and how long i should spend with each of them.. Takut ada yg terasa and so forth..
I have one friend who always does that. And i’ll feel awkward whenever i join her n her childhood friends.. Though i do know them somewhat from her stories, from fb.. but to go out with them, all 10 of them.. Now how weird would it be.. There i was sitting at the farthest corner just smiling at whatever they are saying no matter how hilarious because i could not bring myself past my awkwardness. And they’ll think that i was so quiet.. And they’ll notice how uncomfortable i am.. And they’ll start slowing down n eventually all will just engage in small talks and i’ll be the worst spoilsport of the day and i’ll feel more n more uncomfortable and feeling bad that i have spoilt the day for them.. When in fact i wasnt that quiet n boring at all. I can be witty and bold and funny as hell.. Well, no i wont be if you have known me just for a day or two.. But i would be if u are one of my close friends.
Ah, Now what was i saying? Yes.. The good old times.. I miss being in my own bedroom, Untouched, just me with a book on my laps, enjoying my solitude, this place, this room, as small as it may seem. Is mine. ME written all over it. *sigh*
It’s different now that i’m here, away from home.. Which i’m not sure whether it is home anymore, or is my place here with her..? Is this home? I certainly feel that i belong with her now.. That here with her is home. But i do miss that small place which is me. Maybe i should rearrange that second bedroom and make it my private room.. Hmm..