silens-silentium

My parents need to sleep, so I’ll make this post brief.

I remember my last post being full of agst, with me asking myself why I was forced to stay at home with nothing to do. Looking back, I guess it was a good rest for me. At least I’m more in touch with my humane self, and alot of reflection has been done since then. I apologise unreservedly to anyone I may have offended during this period, as I was extremely emo at times.

People never seem to treasure what they have till they’re gone. As usual, approaching the end of my “break”, I’m already beginning to miss it. The late mornings, lack of activities, and the carefree lifestyle I led. Guess its the various experiences I’ve gone through, both good and bad, which makes memories seem so nostalgic and nice huh? I never thought too that I would look back on my JC days with fondness, yet as the years go by my views and hurt towards VJC has softened a great deal.

Guess we’re all greedy people uncontented with our present selves huh? Or maybe, its true that time heals all wounds. Or maybe, both.