Okay, let's kick off with all the tests I've had for the past week - it was exhausting, drilling Econs in my head and simultaneously cramming for Chemistry. Just like that, a week passed and whether or not I did well in both the subjects, I guess I did my best. I tried.
Saturday, 9a.m.
We started our 24 hour run. It was tiring, yes, I would be lying if I said it wasn't, because it really was. But not even for a second do I (or did I) regret ever signing up for this in the first place. Because really? I mean, when would I ever get to run at 3a.m again? Answer is never. Plus, I was running for donation "to stop human trafficking". It was all for a good cause. I would want to say that I didn't run much, that my presence did not make a difference but I wouldn't say this now, no - because every single one of us who ran made a difference. Together. I pray for happiness, for all of us, and this doesn't just stop at people whom I know, I hope my happiness is spread across this humungous universe. Strangers whom I will never get to know. Maybe somewhere, right now, you'll be reading this, or simply just looking at the stars, and I can make a difference in your life. I would be really happy if I did, that my presence actually means something in somebody's life. I'm not a waste of space or just a "hi-bye" girl who every now and then bumps into you along the corridor.
I just realized I have completely strayed from my attempted journal of the 24 hour run!
Sunday 9a.m
I was glad it was over. Haha! I was drained. Could take it no longer. Kamilia's right, it's as though I had a jetlag! But I feel much better now, whilst the cough and flu seem to have intensified. Oh well. It was an amazing 24 hours. Really!
The feeling of losing something is never a good anything. Especially something so costly and especially something that mommy bought... I'm always so careless in life. When will I ever grow up? Haha... Nothing can be done now but to wait for a miracle to happen. But sometimes even miracles take a little time - by which it would be long gone and forgotten.
I guess that's life. People, things... They come and go. I'll eventually be forgotten... And I try really hard not to get to that horrific thought... The subject of permanence is never an ideal anything, because really, eventually, sadly, nothing ever stays. Or does it? At least in hindsight, I'm not convinced. But I'm seeing the best out of things, which is an improvement. *smiling* Besides... Life is too short to feel sad. Hehehe. I really want to be happy - a dream deemed not that impossible anymore.
I guess that's all about me... For now! Oops. Tired of my life yet? Hehe.
Sweet dreams.
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