Here’s to attempts to stop worrying.

I lost Miss Faith, but I still have Mr Strength with me. I’m going to muster all my molecules to build a pillar of support to tide me through this bad tiring time.

Now that the tears have stopped coming.

Thanks to everyone that particular night, those whom I have bugged to listen to my testimonials, those I have yelled and threw a tantrum at, and to Zak, thanks for the blog entry.

Kelyn, for constantly reminding me that my family loves me no matter what I do.

Sis, to tell me that she loves me so much and told me to be strong though she needs strength herself.

Sushi, for letting me cry into her fur when things really got too hard to carry on.

Jing, for telling me random dongbang stuff and it cracks me up.

Weiyang, for helping me ask his prof stuff.

Shawn, for helping me write an essay which I don’t understand.

Suhtyng, for the message with the *hugs* that is so not like her and keep reminding me that she will be there at whatever time. Thanks.

Yingchern, for helping me read my essays too, and yupping to whatever Suhtyng said. Hahaha.

This kind of pain, is much more than losing a boyfriend you love so much. I think its almost tantamount to losing a family member to death, at least to me. I’m not being overly dramatic, but being someone who had faithfully stuck to convention, now I have to choose a path out of the ‘usual’ way, is simply, owch. Like I’m being pulled apart from the rest of the world by an imaginary surgery without anaesthesia.

I am those kind of person who will lose her confidence when her life goes awry. So now you know why I don’t want to go SIM or private unis?

NUS appeal starts soon.