composure

it has taken everything i have, every single ounce of effort to forget. and it seems like i am finally picking up myself, by myself. after numerous falls and losing myself, i finally have a routine that i do to forget.

it doesn't hurt anymore to think or talk about it. but avoiding still feels much better. and i can feel that this is the last stretch that i have to run through. although it still feels like running on shattered glass, the glass pieces pierces only skin deep now.

so what if she's in seremban or malaysia or even aberdeen? i can say that convincingly now, and with an occasional grin. it's a good sign of tolerance. 7 months, that's how long it has screwed my life. maybe more if i include the time i spent alone last year.

my goal for the next 2 weeks: learn how to cycle, maybe study a bit for paediatrics and ... ta da damm!!!

LEARN SOME BASIC SPANISH!

the timing may be all messed up. but if i dun give it an effort, i'll never know if i failed just for not trying.