I didn’t write much, lately. The last time I posted, I had a little problem with my boyfriend. Not really a problem, I was just having some hard feelings. I forget why it was anyway.
I want to start it with my study.
Competition is tough.
My friend, Chyan, wrote on his blog.
The fact that my grade dropped much last semester gave me a slight blow. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Everything was so normal with my study. (What I mean by normal is I don’t need to study so hard to get a high grade.) Yes, it was, until the result day. Since then, I keep thinking about it. I study harder but under a great pressure.
But I’m not a type of person who get hopeless easily anyway. I looked calm about it, I know. It’s not that I don’t care. I can’t complain that I’m not that smart. But I want to be grateful that, in spite of my low grade, I still passed.
I will graduate. I will do great. It’s a promise. I can’t bear to fail. My parents are my backbone. I can’t let them see failure from me.
That’s what Chyan wrote again. And that’s what I keep telling myself and reading his blog post always gives me some fire. I wish I can pass this semester.
Well, I don’t really like this depressing topic. Let’s switch. I think I haven’t written about my new boyfriend. (And I feel like posting our pictures here. Hihihi…)
His name is Hendy. He’s my best friend since the first year of college, one year younger than I am. Well, my relationships with older guys didn’t work out and never lasted long. But with him, everything’s just good. Not really smooth, but good. And I’m happy. (Maybe I’m a shotacon?)
How we made out? A complicated story. So many misunderstandings. But I’m glad we’re finally together.
Hmm… I don’t know what else to tell about him. Because there’s only one word to describe him: nice. He’s kinda childish and unreliable sometimes but it doesn’t really matter. Maybe it’s me, the problem. I’m basically cold, indifferent, and insensitive. There’s not much I can do about it. It’s hard to change our nature. I’m trying but sometimes it’s like it’s never enough. Sigh.
By the way, the semester break has started. I won’t be meeting my boyfriend for almost 2 months. (And once again, I really wish I can go back to this college next year. I have to pass.)
That’s not the only problem. I’m gonna short in cash. My parents don’t give me any allowance during the holiday. I’m gonna be at home. Someone will cook for my meal. I shouldn’t go anywhere if not necessary. So I don’t need any money, they think. It feels so OTL…
One more OTL thing is that I haven’t finished my job for the yearbook design. I only handle one class of taxation major. However, no passion to do it. My client text me over and over again and I feel so stupid to tell them that I made no progress. I have to finish it before leaving this town on Monday. Sigh.
