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Moving On

This week is extremely tight with exams. Just finished two exams, and two more to go. One on Wednesday, and another one is the day after. Will I ever make it through, I don't know about that. But I know I won't go anywhere if I don't do anything (studying). So good luck to myself! Never say die before you try! :D

I know I'm terrible when it comes to relationship, especially on making decisions. No matter how much I care for you, I don't see you appreciating what I did. I am not a saint, I cannot be patience for so long. I want to be your strength to keep you moving on, but I guess you never asked for me to be for you. Well I'm okay with it. I still care for you, no matter what. But I decided to never show it again, unless there are some revelations. There are a lot of things left untold that I really wish I can tell you, but there's no way I can do that for now. The truths are better kept with me in the mean time.

I guess I will be searching, and searching again. Plus, I still have a lot of other things to settle. Finals will be in less than four weeks from now. Study all the way!

Also, all these talks about free education and the "abolish PTPTN" news are motivating me to study more for my future's sake.

On the other note, my right arm is having a muscle pain on the area around the opposite of my elbow. I think it's the joint. After 5 consecutive days of volleyball, badminton and swimming, how can't it happened? I can't apply any force that it parallel to my arm, it hurts so much I tell you :( It has been two times that I accidentally used my right arm to wake up from my bed. Owh the pain! We have the last volleyball intramural match this Thursday (after my last exam), so hopefully it will heal by that time.


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