when nothing to him just really means nothing at all.

train-ed/bus-ed to SIM to accompany panda for her 4h break, along with sardine.
which i really think its a waste of time.
if not she could have left for home after 6h of lecture from 830am.
but well, i wonder how uni life would be in NTU.
cause looking at SIM's, there's all kinds of people;
all kinds of behaviour, characters, appearances etcetc.
and people do smoke, boys&girls.
well, that doesnt really bothers me.
its just that, uni is so huge.
uni life is even larger.
and i dont really know how to start socialising and start blending in into groups.
then i realised im starting to worry like panda does.
but not over-worry.
its just that jumpy feeling you feel when everything's unfamiliar and stranger to you in a new environment and all.
and especially you know that you are alone, ever.
(no matter what others promised you in the past. sometimes its easy to lie but difficult to see through. thats all.)

but whatsoever, we must be strong.
in studies, in friendships, in love, in life.
like the sayings goes: its not the fact that we fall but how we pick/brace ourselves whenever we fall. (and into the pit all the more.)
never underestimate your will,
and your ability to accept life as it is.
because its just human to feel sad, depress and hurt,
yet all the more we should pick ourselves up and never let others see through us before we do to others.

there's nothing more important than being true to yourself, and being you.
retain that pinch of happiness in your self.





"He broke up with you, right? After telling you he loved you and calling you pet names like baby and cutie? Yeah, I know he lavished you in compliments, only to put himself down so you would stroke his fake low ego. Did he tell you that you were beautiful? I bet he promised you a personalized song. Or maybe he’d always mention how he was lying in bed and wished you were there. He dragged “I love you” out of you, didn’t he? Yeah, don’t deny it. He would talk to you last thing at night and first thing in the morning. He constantly mentioned losing sleep over you, every night, but we both know he slept like a rock. He made you love pictures that were just sort of “bleh” before. Did you delete those pictures after he broke your heart? Yeah, me too. All of your friends hate him now, don’t they? Remember how happy they were for you? They warned you. Just remember, it’s okay to cry. And referring to him as “asshole” is perfectly expected. Because, trust me, you’ll end up talking about him just as often, if not more, than before the break up. There will be the “one time”s and the “I remember”s, and once you think you’re over him, watch out. You better keep your eyes closed in the hallways, because I promise you, the next time you see him, he’ll be all over some other girl. A little part of you will want to warn her, but nobody will blame you for hating her and for blaming her for your pain. Yeah, you’ll compare all guys to him, because aside from the man-whorish, heart-breaker thing, he was perfect. He was everything you had ever wanted. Or maybe you made that up. Maybe, the second he started to show interest, you made up this perfect guy in your head, and he just happened to be just like him. Listen, you will find the perfect guy for you just like everybody says you will, and it will be soon. Okay, so I didn’t believe it either, but I’m starting to.The most important thing though is don’t let him know he hurt you. Don’t let him know he could have you back in a heartbeat. Don’t give him that satisfaction. Make him think you’re completely happy. When he decides to wave at you like nothing ever happened, wave back, sure. But don’t smile. Make him think he meant as little to you, as you obviously meant to him."

"It’s funny how hello is always accompied with goodbye. It’s funny how good memories can start to make you cry. It’s funny how forever never seems to really last. It’s funny how much you’d lose if you forgot about your past. It’s funny how friends can leave you when you’re down. It’s funny how when you need someone, they’re never around. It’s funny how people change and think they’re so much better. It’s funny how many lies can be packed in one ‘love letter’. It’s funny how people can forgive, even though they can’t forget. It’s funny how one night can contain so much regret. It’s funny how ironic life turns out to be. But, the funniest part of all is that none of this really seems funny to me."

"You hug him goodbye like it’s nothing, while all you want to do is hold on forever, but you let go, smile and walk away. Then cry all the way home because you know it will never be the same because try as you might, you can’t make someone love you. Sometimes, you have to let them be free and letting go, that is when love hurts the most of all."