Wonder.

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Inner thoughts.

Thursday, February 26, 2015

All in a sudden I have this nagging feeling of leaving, to a place where no one knows a tinge about me, and turn over a new leaf. I dread looking at Facebook, Instagram and Wechat, knowing that everyone is changing; knowing those friends will soon become strangers, that the friendship will be torn apart one day. It seems like most of them are leading their brand new lives. And I am no longer there.

I changed a pair of new spectacles and had my hair cut. I'm changing, too. That's the scary part. As if I have lost contact with the old me but I need all the courage to confront this very different me. I know that this changing part is inevitable in life. Somehow, I earnestly hope that this metamorphosis will transform me into someone even better, braver and less shy.

A few relatives have been asking me about my imminent SPM result and my interest in study later, which I replied with "I don't know yet". It seems like nothing. But the sea of my thought is rumbling roughly and trembling. I'm so stressed out to be frank. Praying hard. 3rd of March please come and go swiftly.

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