post-exam

had a really great time recently. traveled solo to singapore for the first time to see seventeen at the end of january, meeting online friends, spending holiday with my family, having exams back to back and currently at terengganu. i have always loved the beach. there were swings too in batu buruk, and the view was amazing. while on the swing, my younger bro said he wanted to be an astronaut or a vet.

on the way back, found out about something i actually have expected... and it turned out to be true. i was so hurt and i kept feeling like in the future, i won't be able to let people in anymore especially if they are the one approaching first. because they always leave first. they really, always leave first. even if we barely interacted, even if i put my best distance. but does it matter. leaving is always a choice. 

i hurt people too. it's only fair to earn the same heartbreak at times. 

ent

this posting isn't always bad, but there are times when i feel that people are so horrible. most the patients, though, are really kind to us.

so this week clerked an indian uncle. we asked for his name and he went: jude. elyssa praised his name, saying it's beautiful, but the uncle laughed it off, citing that his name sounds like a girl's. we were like nooo it's like the beatles' hey jude!

the uncle was shocked that we know the song, he thought it was just his generation. hey jude is just that timeless... also, he let us do otoscope, rinne and weber on him 🥹 i hope his surgery today went well. will check on him in the ward again tomorrow morning :) 

petals

one year ago i went to a cafe and got an orange rose from a girl, now the dried rose still sits by my wall.

lost stars - adam levine

i do wish we still talk. 

so,

about penguin pebbling,

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it's a constant cycle of high and low moods, alternatively. it'll be so nice if this is just on a whim. academic workload has stunted my writing progresses and i no longer find joy in narrating - it taxes my time and energy both. lately too, life felt so heavy that i had to hold my tears while laughing in front of people. i don't know anymore. it's distasteful, but i am alive. i have to make do with this blessing of a life when it has so much to offer, but what do i have to do when my tomorrows seem so bleak in my eyes.

it scares me so much that no one can pull me out this abyss but myself. 

if

if good deeds are like tokens to fortune. what will one do if it ever runs out. 

turmoil

i haven't felt this sad for a while. i wish i knew how to care for a heart this brittle, and not let the fear paralyse my steps.