What’s up peeps? (Don’t mumble on your screen, I can’t hear you) Anyway, that’s just polite small talk, I don’t really care, I just want to talk about my own holiday. And well, my holiday is sadly, almost over.
It’s been a memorable holiday, really. Not a lot of things can pull that off—creating remarkable memory, enough to know that I will miss it for years to come.
It’s scary how fast time is moving when you are having fun; but despite all the fun I had, there is a certain weight, a looming burden that seemingly out of sight, but is there, definitely there, its presence buzzing steadily, vaguely.
It’s like whisper of, “enjoy it man, because it might be for the last.”
I guess that’s as close as enjoy-for-last-time-before-dying experience that I could get.
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Maybe there is pain because of struggling by our unbelieving.
Oh well, faith is not my strong point—although maybe once it was, when I still had the innocence and naiveté of a child.
Maybe I should learn to trust in God.
How? That is the question, isn’t it?
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Coming home leaves me with a mixed feeling. It feels more like a duty, a responsibility, rather than a joy. But my room, my old room, is the real place when I can truly be alone. And despite my quietness in home (or in anywhere, realistically speaking), I know that home is the real place I can run to, and my parents are the people that I can really rely on no matter what.
And that was it. Maybe I will never share my problems with them, but knowing that there always be a place when I am welcomed is comforting enough.
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Back to the land where everything is not so angsty, my holiday is definitely great.
Going to different places in West Malaysia, doing a lot of things for the first time, spending time with wonderful friends, 38-ing around (to be fair, I do it all the time, not just on holiday, but oh well). It’s the most activity-packed holiday I ever had.
There is still 3 days left of my holiday. And I am going to squeeze out as much as I can.
So yeah, till next time!
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Note: Far from what I am aiming for. Oh well.
Note2: I am not always so angsty, but I write best in emo mood. So yeah.
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