The journey for the year ends.

 "This student from Arts has achieved top grades in three papers - International Studies, Geography, and Computing - Li Anne Lim from Malaysia!" 

I wasn't sure what to feel then. I had gaped - one paper, certainly - but three? Three? The world seemed to sway a little as I stood up and received the extra certificates, along with a silver envelope that would soon reveal to be $75 vouchers which could be used for text books next year.

 The world had never seemed brighter then. I remember myself smiling and thanking everyone who offered their congratulations while munching on cupcakes and a whole assortment of tasty nibbles. This was followed by photos and laughter, with the promises of meeting again next year.

It seems...just...

I don't know. I find myself strangely lacking words to describe things lately. Perhaps it has been the whirlwind of everything that has been going on, the rate at how quickly time just passes by - all the dinners, farewells, hugs and photos.

The year has gone by incredibly quickly. And it has been, perhaps, one of the best years I have ever experienced.

Posts are horribly overdue, I know - but trust me, once I get home and there's nothing to do in Malaysia, the words will come. It takes time for all the excitement to pass, to feel the calm seeping in once again after all the activities have come and gone.

...

OKAY.

SO.

For now, less sentimental bullshitting, more active packing. And by packing, I mean serious packing - not just lazing around staring at your baggage, Anne, that shit's not going to automatically pack itself for you. You have to do it, you're leaving next week, for shit's sake. And you've got so many other meetups with friends and last-minute details to sort out, so you can't really waste another second.

This morning I heaved my fatass luggage from the closet and threw it on the ground, looking exasperated as everything from it came spilling out. Well, that sure escalated quickly. Anyway, I began plucking every single greeting card from the board, carefully placing them into a folder so that I could pin them up at my college dorm room's board next year. That was when a slip of my fingers sent the box of pushpins onto the floor. I swore loudly and slipped my shoes on (like hell I'd step on a pushpin and go limping around for the rest of the day), squatting down to pick them up. 

I suck in packing. Go figure.

Anyway.

The text books, notes, and other study paraphernalia I would need no more, so I hefted them up and stuffed them into the recycling bin. 

Then there were the stray pieces of cardboard.

The entire mound of plastic bags.

The baking paper (wait, baking paper? Anne, since when?), sitting innocently next to my array of plastic bags.

Some food wrappers.

Food which I hadn't finished.  

More fucking food wrappers.

How the hell had I gathered these throughout the year?

I had no idea. My room was an entire mess, and that itself was depressing. Throughout the entire process I blared loud music from my speakers, ignoring the fact at how the bass resounded throughout the lower floor. Heck, if the girl that stayed next door could wake me up at nine in the morning on a Sunday to loud chattering on the phone, then she can tolerate my music reverberating off the walls. 

Oh, well.

Let's get to it.