in and out

*pops in*

And so she's back. Having another four more paper to go for her finals, she really couldnt figure out why she's spending her sweet time still lurking around on the Net. She tells herself just to calm herself actually that she'll start reading for the next paper tonight. General Surgery and Anesthesia. Whoa. Sounds great huh? But it isnt as great as its name implies, when she has 5lectures for final materials PLUS a few more God-knows-how-much materials from the mid exams that she has already forgotten.

She told her bestie that she needs a BF. And another of her dear friend told her that she needs a BF too. Guess she isnt really alone after all :D. The question this time Mr.Shakespeare, is not 'to be or not to be'. The questions are who and when. On the nights that she couldnt sleep, she just wishes she has someone in her life, to text telling that she has trouble sleeping. She needs some assurance that someone will be there for her for meticulous things like that. Because she is like that. She's happy for simple, little things and she's jealous and upset for simple, little things as well. Childish, she knows. But it's true and she lives with herself long enough to accept that little girl in her that refuse to leave. She loves the girl by the way.

She watches people. She watches everyone in her life. Her old,dear friends. Her old, but not-so-dear-anymore friends. Her old crush(es). Her friends now in her life. Her crush now in her life. Everyone. Some of them really have grown; grown maturely that she's embarrassed to compare herself to them. Some has grown wide and afar that she feels sorry she couldnt keep things the way they were. Some grows closer to her, but some drifts apart as well. Sometimes she wonder what can she do, and whether she really cant do anything or she just doesnt want to. But those are (or in some cases, were the ones that she cares for. She cherishes the old time, she appreciates the present. But she doesnt value it enough to start studying instead of writing this.

She keeps thinking. Pondering. Watching.

And off she goes.

*pops out*