Fiction

I haven't updated my blog as regularly as I would have in the past. I guess putting words down makes my departure from Perth more finalized and I don't think I'm entirely ready for that.

I won't lie, I expected to spend more time with my friends this week but I understand that they were occupied by their studies. Well, I sort of understand... I know I shouldn't but I do resent them slightly for that. A part of me wants to shout 'It may be the last time I am going to spend time with you in Perth, can't you drop the books and miss some lectures to spend some time with me?' Then the other part of me condemn myself for even having this kind of thought because that's selfish.

Would I drop everything down to spend some time with my friend if he/she was going back to Malaysia forever? I doubt I would being under the pressure exerted by my uni studies. Then why was I entertaining myself with this kind of thoughts...

The trip in the park wasn't what I imagined as well. I imagined that we'll be sitting on the grass and relieving the memories we shared. Instead, we walked and had mindless chi chat for the whole night while munching on snacks. I guess I have to separate real life and fiction. Things rarely go the way you want in real life and that's fine, may be that's even better in some way that I can't explain. I mean at least they tried right? But why do I still feel this way?