further seems forever.

It always seems as though when you dread for something to come, time always flies right past you, but when you’re desperately waiting for something to happen, the hands tick at such an excruciatingly slow pace, as though it has something much more important to do than move from second to second; minute to minute; hour to hour.

For me, I can’t wait for all this to end, but, time is torturing me; tormenting me, moving at a snail’s pace.

I can’t wait, for all this to end, I can’t wait to fast-forward to a few years later, where I will be somewhere else but here, not needing to deal with all this…drama, feelings and such.

I can’t wait for November, where we’ll be spending some quality time in Hong Kong, Bali or wherever, cause just spending time with you guys not only makes me forget everything else, but the laughter and heartfelt conversations do us all a little good, and I would be the last time in a while for us to spend some quality time before flying to the different parts of the world.

I can’t wait to open what next year has installed for me, maybe, just maybe, I’ll do what I want to do for once, and not “blindly” follow in others, i.e. the parents. I wanna go travel the world, itchy feet remember?, my arse can’t stay put for long. Hurhur.

oh man. there's so much things out there for me. can't wait! ((:

but, o's only end next week. and there's tonnes to do and tonnes of shit to face.

well, it's time to get back to reality.