Jaunty June

May has been and is probably going to be arguably the craziest month this year.

Same ol' same ol'. When you think things can't get any crazier, they just do.

May literally crawled by, which was fueled by my month long exam. While I started the earliest, I also ended the latest. Getting cooped up at home was driving me up the walls especially when it meant studying all the time. Although I believe I went out more often and studied lesser than any other normal studious UOL students, it still was a torture. Have I mentioned that I hate studying?

So many things other than my examinations went by. At the rate things happened I don't know how I managed to pull through May. But life just keeps going.
I sincerely hope whatever I did and am doing would be for the better. That the change in my life is really not as bad as what people think it is. And that people realize if they keep trying to resist change, they are merely me pushing me away from them. 

There are some people who don't matter that will continue to stay in your life even if your relationship with them is, put bluntly, 'Strangers'. Fuck those (actually just one) who took to Instagram to... I don't know, merely quote me before laughing it off. Yea, I notice you. Didn't you want me to read it anyway? But somehow I was always glad we acknowledged the existence of each other, in a bad way. Like I know I was always the reason for this rift even if I never wanted it to happen. That you did what you did cause of me. I don't crave the attention, silly. Just wanted to know I was never fighting the battle alone on my end. 

Surely June will be the start of a new chapter.

Fresh graduate, less-than-stellar results and a full time job secured waiting for me. Basically a fresh start, or a new beginning finished off with new people in my life. I wish I could say my life were a kaleidoscope of possibilities but to be honest, it seems more like a bleak journey of tired nights, tight finances and clashing schedules/goals. Where's the graduate trip I wanted? Gotta work for it first. Want those few items I've been eyeing for the past months? Gotta work for it. Surely I could sneak in a short getaway before my hectic schedule starts? Nope, gotta work for it first. And by work I don't mean go to clubs dressed like a skank, flash my titties and hope I could fish up a rich dude. I actually mean work work. Slogging hours (although I have to be thankful for the most wonderful boss in all entirety who loves me so very much, who also happens to be my cousin hehe) with a meager pay before I can earn enough to get by un-luxuriously.

Still, I suppose I must be grateful for I have gotten a wonderful job opportunity that I didn't even have to look for and someone to love.

Having someone to love is such a great thing. It's a completion of you. To be able to share your joy & sorrow with someone who cares, to practice give & take and exercise all sorts of human emotions with someone who keeps you sane. And I'm not talking about a significant partner here, just people who loves you and you love back.

String of incoherent thoughts. Off I go to Carousell unwanted clothes, finish up the New Girl series and complete that ThoughtCatalog-wannabe article I've been meaning to write. Toodleloos!