Time, Decisions.

Hello. Surprised to see me? Well here I am, writing a blog post after God knows how long I've even visited the Blogger web page. I must say I actually miss writing (non-academic things to be exact) and I think my English is going down the drain if I must say so myself. Honestly, I am tired. I'm exhausted of the excitements and dramas I constantly go through and now that I'm away, cooped up in my safe little attic, I can finally have some clear thoughts. And of course one of my favourite times, some me-time.

Now, that may sound a bit narcissistic but you can't help feeling that way when sometimes all you do is talk. And talk and talk. Talking can be tiring. At one point in life I thought of being a mime (obviously, that didn't and will not ever happen) just to get some rest from all the busy chatter going on around me. Sometimes I just want some space to think. In peace. These three weeks of holiday, I'm going to get just that. No one will obviously want to walk up to my little attic (unless a certain someone wants to borrow anything (tudungs) of mine) so I am quite free from any disturbances. There are so many things to give some thought to. At 18, the things you worry about are quite different from most of those at 17. Why? Simply because you have to decide on things at 18. I'm not saying at 17 you don't have to decide. It's just that the things you have to decide on are, well, different. At least that's how my life is playing out. 

I do really think I need some deep, inside-out soul cleansing so that I can start the New Year fresh, sure and confident with decisions made, thoughts re-thought.