Shedding Dreams Before Hari Raya

How would you feel when the person you look for strenght shatters on your lap cofessing their wrongs and sins?
How would you comfort the person you look for support that all of their burdends would be lifted off their shoulders when the times comes?
How would you carry life on when you know that person is unable to be your pillar of strenght and support because you are now that pillar to someone else?
How would you ease the pain of having to leave you dreams behind because it is the right thing to do in this kind of situation?

To find that person shedding tears on your lap confessing is the saddest moment you could ever imagine. You comfort them by saying “Don’t worry. I will be there to lift your worries away.” Life goes on because you are rellied on by someone else to be their strength, support system and comfortness. Letting your dreams go are never easy especially when you know that it’s at reach.

I am letting my dreams go so that I could set a new dream for myself. I am letting my opportunities go so that I can be there for them. He needs her more now than he ever has and even she may not admit it, she needs me more now than I ever will need her for.

Time Flies When I’m Not Having Fun

It’s been about 3 weeks since my last post. Life is still interesting but it has been like eff lately

Ramadhan will soon pass and Syawal will come. I don’t know why but this year I don’t really feel that the fasting season is dragging itself slowly with time like the previous years. Maybe it’s just me or maybe it’s because time has been running fast on its tippy toes these days.

The last two weeks have seen me busy. No. Correction. It has been like running a madhouse especially this week. We had test every single day. OMG! By yesterday, I couldn’t care less with how bad I did with my Corporate Finance test. I mean, I couldn’t even think straight. Felt like running myself over with a car just to get rid of the headache.

I’m looking foward for a few days break before cramming for finals. First paper will be Actuarial Math which En. Mad Said didn’t complete the syllabus. Yet I don’t feel much presure from it. Well, we’ll see how it goes.

This time round, I don’t feel like targeting to get into the Dean’s List. Me. The one who graduated with the VC Award during her diploma years. Heheh. Life’s funny like that. No. I’m funny like that. No. Wait. See? I can’t even think straight anymore