My post exams celebration involved alot of good food, singing, going crazy and (not proud saying this) beer for 2 consecutive days. Started packing my room and cleared half of my bookshelf. Also, the irony of packing is that it always get messier at first.


I have so much to do and for the first time, i am excited for most of them.


Realised that sometimes i learn about how i feel as if i am the third person, like i am the last one to know. Maybe finding peace with myself is never what i wanted. I want to be utterly devastated, or extremly delighted. I want to be completely broken, or overwhelmed. No, i don't know, i just didn't really think i have a choice.


For now, let the celebration continues.