I go like, "WHUD?"

It feels like forever since STPM. Hell, it only ended two weeks ago. The abrupt relief from pressure and stress all of a sudden is so depressing. It was through them that I thrusted myself forward to achieve better standards in life. Indeed, somewhere along the line, I lost my identity and seek to recover my sense of being a unique individual.

Now, without the mojo-bojo-tension, life feels like it's swaying from a hammock, tied to the bough of the tree, gently dancing to the motion of the wind. It's too comfortable. It's definitely NOT very good. Thankfully, I've finally gotten a job to work for about 8 months. The fact that I've finally found a job is rather therapeutic. (Please refer to date of this post if you love details.)

The past two days spent with my cousin was really fun. It's not that we see each other like we see ourselves in the mirror every morning/noon/night/in-front-of-you-all-the-time-'cause-I-love-my-mirror. It's good to have company that can understand you and not be mad or freaked out by you for doing the silliest of stuffs.

I am a sinner for not blogging in ages. But. I don't know. But someone broke my heart not too long ago. Should it hurt? I think I will call for a mojito. ;)

Any STPM-ers that are too free to the bone? Lemme' know, I gots the jobs, I needs tha' peoples.

XOXO

=CHIcken WINGs=