I remember...

I remember a long time ago. Okay. Not that long but perhaps a year ago. Or two.

Soong and I were having this really down day because of guys and we decided to have an activity.

So she came to my house, we planned to watch DVDS and bum around. But in the end,

we ate raspberry vanilla ice cream, one whole carton of it and we didn't finish it because it was kinda melted. Yuck.

The one I wanted wasn't available, I think my favourite flavour would be 'Lava' by Walls I think.

Then there was my niece and nephew, who entered the room many many times and didn't shut the door all the time (Irritating). And did I shout at them? I think I did. Oh Soong just reminded me that I took the cane. Of course to threathen la. Nothing much.

Then there was Back Dormitory Boys, the one I intro to Soong. Yeh. We had a nice laugh and time.

Then we watch a dvd. Half way she gotta go. Of course we chose a very pro girl dvd.

'How to lose a guy in 10 days' *wink*

Soong reminded me of this today. And I was like 'Oh yea, I remember that day.'

Now I'm more confused than ever.

Anew

Without realising it, I've stopped posting for about a month now. I just didn't write anything.

Since my last rather emotional one, that last post really did take all of me. Stretched myself to take all that I have within me, but not quite, compiling everything into one. Well, since that I can't write.

Thinking about my life, last year was crazy. My last month was hell. But I'm struggling hard to cope with my life. Sometimes I just feel like breaking down and cry and in fact I did. But only sometimes.

One word.

'Why?'

This is where I begin my life Anew. I shall be unsusceptible to hurt and well, let's just say without overreacting that my life is indeed in shambles and pieces. So if you know me just recently, I find it hard to communicate. I started going out about 2 weeks ago. I went to Cell. It did me good. I think that I need to go back closer to God. For when shit happens, I tend to stray further away. Because of the hurt. And circumstances.

Part of me wants to just stay cooped up at home because that's just exactly what I want to do. Part of me feels like... what... being a recluse for at least a month of two?

Please do not ask me what happened. It's so hard for me to relate to it when I am trying my best to forget it. But don't worry it's not as serious as me being raped or something like that, or molested. Nope. Nothing like that.

I am okay. Not.

Phew. What a post for a first one.