It's amazing how time seems to fly past so fast because in a year's time, i will be graduating with a Diploma in Mechanical Engineering when my first year seems not so far away.

Time has this uncanny way to heal broken hearts when in fact i don't believe the heart is really healed but just mellowed to a certain point where we cannot do anything about it but just mourn the lost soul silently but without the anguish and tears.

Or maybe just reach this sedated stage where you know things will never be the same again and you are able to talk about him/her without any heartache but just soulfully talking and wishing that things would turn out perfectly okay.

Pretending that everything is fine eventhough it's past a few weeks and you still want it all back but subconsciously know that nothing, without love can bring the person back.

Of wanting him back but you know you just have to let go because hanging on would not make any difference.

Thinking that "is this for real" after the break up because through the relationship, there were so much tears and laughter, so much to fight for and in the end, it was all gone just like that.

And thinking that you would never love this much again until you met someone new. Until then, the healing process is like a daily vicious cycle where your mind can't seem to stop thinking and thinking about him, of the lack of feeling that follows, of yearning to just talk to him one last time to sort everything out and hoping that we both could start afresh and of the bleak-ness and "nothing" that life could offer.

Anyway, i just wanted to pen down how fast life pass after my O levels. In an blink of an eye, 1 1/2 years is gone, after that, it's young adult time but instead, i rattled on on being heartbroken.