Quarter of a Century

When everyone prefers not to reveal their age and complaining about getting older, I felt that I don't mind telling my age, I'm already age quarter of a century! Maybe because I mix with the younger people more, and being older than them give me the "authority" and also the "big sister" feeling to them whenever I speak to them.

This year is a very special year to me, as I have started working, back to the church I belong and also back to my very own home.

As times goes on, I find it very important to pen down my thoughts, to take time and reflect. And here I am, deciding to be back at writing (though knowing that I am not very good at it) after talking to a very dear friend of mine.

Also, kicking start after attending a seminar called 'Make Your Life Count!' I have quite a number of take backs from it and I shall share it real soon.

Cried.

I think this semester is the semester where I cried the most. (Ever since I became a uni student, I use semester than year). For those small little petite things, for things that I care and treasure, for things that I feel that I cannot take it anymore. I cry.

I tend to get pretty emotional and agitated overthings. I have no idea why and since when I am like this. I can get upset easilywhich I am not aware about it until people around pat and remind me.

I know I cannot be reacting this way. Due to my health, I need to be calm, steady and happy. But I just can't be feeling like that all the time, as if I do not have emotions and I cannot afford to be angry. When people do something that agitates me, am I suppose to return with a smile? Gah!

Well, for whatever is it. I just know I cannot be stress, angry and emotional. I need to be a pro in controlling my emotions. I guess all I could do is, in every circumstances, tell myself 'it's okay!' and carry on. (I'm trying to say this without being sarcastic)

Life. My life. 

Sunsets

I was diligently backup-ing  the photos in my phone to the computer, as my phone was rather laggy already, plus I am just too paranoid that what if anything happens and I did not back up my photos?! iPhone doesn't has a memory card as external storage. I spent hours of sorting out pictures into different folders. I admit I was slow as I need to decide on which picture goes into which folder (selfie folder, event folder or random folder), also I did take time to look back what had happened for the past one year. This sound like its in December 2015 already (it will soon).

While transferring photos, I realize I have a number of sunset pictures, as studying in Sabah the most often thing to do is to go and watch the sunset. I go watch when you have friends or family from Penisular that comes over, I go watch when you go for a one day outing with friends,  I go watch when I need a break from the hustle and bustle of life.

So here it is, so collection of my sunst photos. I've deleted some though.

It's been two years, and I have two more years to go. I can't believe that people around me are graduating next year. And next year at this day, I have to be prepared for a different university life.