Days are passing way too fast.
Too. Fast.
By 6 Feb, i would have completed and submitted every single of my mega projects; all 4 of them. That's like, in 2 weeks' time.
By 6 Feb, there will be no more projects left for me to do anymore. Well, at least until I enter uni, which is a indefinite period of time.
Reminiscing the times where I actually feared entering poly, the times I kept whining to J and he had to reassure me again and again. That must have been quite tiring eh. hahaha. but look where I am now - Senior Year. Graduating officially in 4 month's time. The times where I cried to my pillow, screaming why is poly life like that, refusing to get out of my "bubble" world. And when finally I had to, things started to happen.
The growing up process, the moulding period. It wasn't near easy, but I crawled out of every situation somehow, and got through them. I am REALLY grateful to the every individual that has made an impact in my life. That few individual whom I hold reallly close to to my heart, and they know who they are. Ones that were there during my lowest low, there when i failed my practical driving test, there when I had issues with my classmates that seemed unresolvable at that time, there when all i needed was to just rant it out to someone all the anguish and disappointment that was in me.
Yes, if you thinking "Is it me?" It is probably you. No, IT IS you. You are one of them :) Even if you think i might have forgotten, no. People like jane who was one of the sweeeeetest year 2 classmate of mine, i still keep her close to my heart. Whatmore those that are still closer to me?
Its through everything that I really start to appreciate and cherish my friends alot. Because its at this age where suddenly, friends around you might just have motives when they approach you and want to be your friend. And i really learn that my true friends are just THAT few who has been there for me, gone through not just the ups, but the downs in my life tgt w me.
I guess its through the growing up process that it reveals to me who I actually am. Ever since my year 3 class issue, my confidence has dropped like mad. Somehow, I can no longer stand and present as confident as I was in the past. I can no longer voice out what I really want to say. Not that i'm conforming to anything of any sort. It's just the self-confidence. But i'm slowing picking up, slowly learning once more to be who I am.
I used to think that I'd be happier if i'm everybody's friend, and not being close to anyone. But then I realized subconsciously, I'd be labelled as the "Always-there", "Only-if-I-have-no-one-else" and the "extra" friend. No, i'm not trying to imply anything here, but I'm just saying that I'm thankful I have people behind me, picking me up if I refuse to stand when I fall, and always being an encourager and a motivator.
The next 2 weeks are gonna be hell, but I've been through situations worse than this. Looking forward to the next phase of life already. YAY!
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BTW, i'm going to enroll myself in SOT - School of Theology 2012. Gonna be life-changing, and its gonna be my best year yet :) nights xx.