Untitled Rants.

It felt like having this very bad hangover. Not wanting to do anything but sleep through it. Consequences were never considered when everyone’s enjoying. When everyone becomes sober, the harsh reality slaps you hard. So hard you never want to turn back again. This is the kind of feeling i got. For the 3rd time. I look back and wonder if you’ve become my obsession. Not a single conclusive answer came. Before things started to go deeper, I reminded myself countless number of times to take things slow. But the reminder somehow disappeared with your presence. Things always happen when you least expect it. But I’ve learnt to take things with a stride. I believe it’s a choice to indulge in self-pity or to move on. I would indulge in self pity if it was a year ago (which i did), but I’m no longer that person. If I’m not wanted, then just move on. Hovering around doesn’t heal all wound or turn back time. I won’t say that this will never happen again in future. No matter how my future may be, be it bleak or bright, optimism will always be lurking at some corner. I still believe the right one exists, it’s just not time. Maybe it’s you or any stranger i brushed pass on my way home, it’s just not time. My plans have been made. For myself and friends. A promise to myself, to never forgo any of my plans made for anyone. I will fulfill my wishes, my dreams, my goals. It’s scary to fall head over heels for someone. But life’s full of risks and fear. I dare to try and fail. I will continue to dare myself and risk it all as long as i feel it’s right. I just have to remember that reality never runs parallel with expectations. Anticipate kinks along the journey.

Anyhow, Contiki, I’M COMING!