I Gain Weight.

I'm back. Done with my freaking exams (Shit, i kept typing it as 'xmas'!), packed up all my stuffs and cleared my room before i left. Hate packing. Thanks to my sensitive nose, i sneezed non stop till the whole resident can hear, it made me sick.

A lot of things i keep for reasons i can't remember. Things used to be very meaningful, and now they are just a piece of rubbish. Well, the toughest part about packing is not to choose what to keep, is to decide what to throw away. Moving ain't fun, it ain't easy. What about when you decided to move forward in life? It's not that piece of rubbish you need to consider, it's hundred pieces of memories. If only we can weigh them, and decide whether to keep or to leave. Then we would probably feel better bout ourselves for every step we take.

There's no way to leave them, nor to deny their existence. Accept them, smile for the past when people think you would cry.