Leaving Winter. Welcoming Spring.

This kind of environment hits me at my weakest point. For 6 months I've been here, I have cried 3 times at the train station. Every now and then, I have to face it, and this time the rate is quite rapid.

As a girl who demands an independent at utmost priority, I know I could not rely on others and gegelendotan on everyone.
I can not hold your hand and beg you to stay, because I know people have to move on. Even after sometimes, I have to move on as well. But still I must face empty space and ghost of them. Turn the tv on until I fall asleep to feel less alone. Plug in my iPod and turn on the speaker volume at max. Avoid Symmetry by Mew in order to chase away the mellow girl in me, and tune in to positive vibe of Swing Out Sister instead.

A good friend of mine thinks I am too happy. Too happy to share her gloomy shade. No fella, you are not that right. For sure I want to be happy at all times, but then, I am human with emotions. And that's including the negative one. But yeah, life goes on, and no matter how weak I am tempted by the farewells, I shall continue my step again. Countless I have written in this page, in life people come and go. As I welcome them all smily, I indeed hold back the tears and ready for a new adventure.

Winter might go now. A friend opened his hands wide and shout to the air, "Welcome, Spring!" Though I still feel like winter because of the weather, but I sense that days have been a bit longer.
And I'm pretty sure you stay here longer. Longer that you would know *tap my chest*

"Can you lose your favorite person without losing yourself?" - Stargirl

Fast Lane

As I always say, time does flies. Deep and heavy sigh. The first part of euro trip has been done, but more to come. The traveling thing was very intense, I hardly cached up my breath. Don’t worry about me, I enjoy traveling at its fullest, and on the contrary I might be sick if I stay too long in a place.

The first four modules have been passed. All the marks and grades have finally arrived and I’m glad I did it well. I could have been trying harder, but let’s just not put too much pressure on my self too, OK? Good. Now we can move on with new things. And surprisedly, I’m a bit clueless about them.

Short course participants have gone, and I still remember clearly how I shed a tear in the train station. New comers appeared with a fresh atmosphere and a bit of curiosity on their faces. I’ve been trying my best to give them the friendly greetings. The lyrics of the Killer’s song stacked in my head “We hope you enjoy your stay. It’s good to have you with us, even it’s just for the day.”

Ah, why does it always be like this? People come and go. Living in a fast lane. How can I hold on to some moments of life? To a wonderful time and beautiful faces?