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Saturday, April 30, 2011

Have been letting this blog rot for so long. Read somebody's live journal recently, which makes me wanna post something here too. So dear bloggy, here i rant :)

Changes here and there. School started, a Year 3 now. Alot of projects coming up, which proves that being a Year 3 isn't that easy. Not much modules now, only a few, which only consists of Adult Nursing and Nursing Lab. No more biological science. Or else it's gonna kill more of my brain cells. Thank god. But the two things that i dread about being a Year 3, FYP AND PRCP. 1 month of attachments gonna kill me already, let alone THREE MONTHS. Goodness. Killer. But nevermind, i will survive. This also marks towards the ending of my dull polytechnic life. No more breaks alone, no more lectures alone. Yay :)

Love life. Well, J1 have a new girlfriend now. I've always thought that somehow we would sure be together. But then at times, what u think may not be what happen in reality. It's sorta tough to let him go, but somehow i managed to survive. Time proved to me that without him, my life was so much better. No more restrictions, no more quit smoking, and no more being someone that was not me AT ALL. Thought it through, it really isn't worth for me to love someone who does not appreciate and love me for who i am. Life was terrible back then. Quarrels, quarrels and more quarrels. It was like never-ending. Fights already started even before we are together, what would happen when we are ? Can't imagine.

''Those who mind, don't matter. Those who matter, don't mind''

Got to know J2 few years back. Didn't talk to him much though. Only remembered he appeared in my msn for as long as i can remember. He started talking to me, and wanted to meet up. No harm getting to know more friends. First time seeing him was a surprise. Didn't know we really could click like old-time friends. Maybe he's a smoker that's why. LOL. Started to have good feelings about him, but didn't know he had too until the message he sent me at night. Had quite a shocked then. The next night, we went to East Coast Park. That night was even better. Not long after, we were officially together.

Didn't regret being with him, thought he's five years older than me. At least he made me laugh like there's no tomorrow. At least he makes the every effort to make me feel as comfortable as possible. At least he's willing to give me a status. Came to realise that status is very important, especially to a girl. More sense of security, more sense of belonging, someone to be called MINE. I'm grateful to Lord that he sent J2 to me, and i'm willing to spend the rest of my life with him. He may not be trusting me alot now, but time will show him everything. Hope he will soon to realise that i'm truthful, even thought i'm not good at expressing myself.

Well, it's a saturday night, and with my first growth dividend from the government in my bank account, i'm sitting here, writing my blog, and everybody's out to have fun. Seriously, when can i have my freedom ? When can i come home the time as i like ? When can i not be treated like a kid ?

Dad, i'm already 21, please give me the freedom that i ought to have.

With Love,
Desiree a.k.a Li Hia
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