I realised I was caught up in the world of blogging for the past half a year and forgot to take the time out to really read the blogs of my really close friends. Now I read every single one of them because I want to know how they are; whichever part of the world they are in. I didn’t realise it would be so therapeutic to catch up on their lives, pretending I’m sharing those experiences with them like how I used to not very long ago.
But it’s all so different now. Doesn’t it hurt to read names you’ve never heard of in your best friends’ blogs? Even though that should not be the right frame of mind.
This post are for my best friends in the whole wide world and I’m not even going to post it on Petaling Street. That shows you guys how much you mean to me. I’m not doing this post for the sake of blogging; but more of a semi-personal letter to each and everyone of you. Thank you for keeping a blog and letting me know that you’re well and happy/sad/whatever.
Do you people know how I laugh to the computer screen in the computer lab, my laughter blending with the beeps of the printers and the click-clacking of the other keyboars? And the desperation that follows to be able to communicate 24/7 however, whenever, and most importantly, economically just like how it used to be?
Fucking lot of long distance relationships I have now. 🙁
Since I’m in the right state of emo-mood and have half an hour before my compulsory Psychology class(yes, i know, why do i have psychology? I don’t know.), I will finally do Esther’s meme