Buh-bye.

I'm reviving plans to put my public blog on hiatus. I write to maintain the tenuous connection with people that is all too easily lost with tangible separation, but I am sick of people second-guessing, and judging me because of what I write. Bah.

Sick of it.

I'm travelling up to KL for the weekend. I bet no-one will miss me that much. The shopping better be good, I have a list I want to check off.

Oh, and David wrote.

"Grades... matter so much that friends become secondary, because grades are my first priority, and when the exams are over, some friendships are spoilt. They matter so much that I become impatient with those who think with their hearts and not with their heads, even though I am/used to be one of those who think with their hearts.

Grades matter so much that I can use them as leverage for neglecting people.

What I've learnt in the University is lost love. Love of a friend turned into nonchalance when I led myself on. Love of a friend turned into disappointment when a friend does not understand my perspective on how grades matter. Love of a friend turned into disappointment when I get scared I might get too close to her, and I cease all contact with her.

What I'm learning in the University is who I am."

His entire entry is written very well, because it is starkly honest without coming across as overtly sentimental (which is one of the major trappings of my own writing). And I find myself wondering if he could be talking about me.

It's not rocket science, you know.

But see you (or me, should I say) in a few. If everyone else leaves, I still have me.