sakit

Salam people!

1. If there's one thing that is important enough for you to know about me at this moment is that- I'm very homesick and I need to go home as soon as possible. Life has been busy like bubby and the homesickness grows exponentially, it seems. Hmm.. still waiting for the final exams timetable. But.. I kind of have some activities to attend to after the finals and truth be told, somehow I wondered whether I'm liking it or not. =.='

2. So I found out today that there are actually people who read my blog. Hmm.. weird. I'm not used to a big audience. Everything here is downright personal and I've never really directly give out my blog address just so I get more traffic. But it's good to know that you're not talking to yourself after all. You are not alone. Somehow I'm actually not comfortable to know that there are more people who I know from real life who reads my blog because now technically I can't talk bad about them anymore.. hehehe. I didn't expect people to care, really. I don't write for a magazine.

3. Now on another matter... actually it has been quite some times I have been thinking about making my blog private/moving from Blogspot. I started pondering about this since months ago. I'm thinking of getting myself a good host and a nice domain to stay with. But of course, I need to really know what I'm gonna do before I "stand on my own". Somehow my relationship with blogspot became long-term and it's been almost three years!

4. Last but not least, I deactivated my FB account. Why oh? Because F*kri told something that suddenly distracted my emotions =.=' well, maybe it was my mistake at the first place. Being too obsessed. oh no, it was not F*kri's fault. Errr..there was something lahh.. perrrghhhhh.. things not going my way. My "snap" can be my sudden silence or the start of my ignorance towards someone/something but nothing really physical nor loud. I guess it's more emotionally torturing that way. But it goes the same way when I'm down or fumbling towards emotional destruction. My energy gets used up in focusing on that certain sadness, that I'd be drifting into another world every five seconds; unable to utter even the simplest words to join in a conversation.

Permai Beach, Kuching

Sometimes I do wonder why am I always write something emo/pathetic?

Is this really my life?