Things happen as and when they want to. And us, being the people that we are, totally hopeless, are not able to change the course of it. My greatest fear is to hurt someone. Someone who I can't point to and claim as guilty. Someone who I don't even know well enough. I guess it does not pay to be nice sometimes, because it gets us into trouble in return. Now, no assumptions should be made prior to whatever I just said above. It's my blog, a place where I talk about anything and everything I choose to talk about. And if I feel that you have the right to know, I'd tell you - personally.

Everything has been better than average, and I am grateful for that. Definitely. Despite the late nights and mugging sessions, all will pay off. InsyaAllah. Hari Raya songs are already being played on the radio, and I don't really like the idea. Simple - because this year, 2 people who are very close to my heart won't be around. As much as I'd like to think of the best, I can't. Because I'm afraid my heart's been the one who's doing all the thinking. Good or bad.

This weekend, I must say, I've learned more than which I did during the previous weekends:
I've learnt that all good things do come to an end.

I've learnt what infatuation/love/anxiety can do to someone.

I've learnt that eating ice cream and dates don't keep you full.

I've learnt that I cannot study with music playing.

I've learnt that it pays to be patient.

Well well well, what do you know. I think I'm hooked. ;)