I've scratched that first sentence from my last post. I was too happy that I thought that bliss will be for a long time. For a moment I thought it is, not until last night. An inuman session was held somewhere in North Fairview to celebrate success for passing the NLE. It was a fun, fun, night.

Toxify myself with substances (alcohol and nicotine) + ( videoke + laughter + stupid jokes + bitching around) / with SOME friends I missed the most = Sinful Pleasures (you see, Math is easy) :p

Yes, I did say t'was fun. But in between those laughter and videoke fights and other stupid things we've done, there'll be a point that I felt someone's missing. Well, we (me and friends) all felt the same. Actually, a lot of people are missing in action (those closest friends who didn't passed the NLE). I wish those friends were there. Partying with us like a rockstar. Sharing the happiness happyness that we/I feel for the success that we could've been all part of. I just realized that sometimes, happiness is fugacious.

It's sad having 'that kind of feeling'. Like something's missing though everything is near perfect. I was so sad that I almost cried upon seeing one of my friends last night. I was so proud that she still managed to go there even if she's one of those who didn't passed. I apologized to her for not having the courage to even text/message her anything 'coz I don't even know what to say or if there's anything I need to say. I was glad at the same time that I had the chance to hug her so tight that by not even saying anything she already knew what I always wanted to say. That she needed to be strong for things will eventually be okay. Not now. But it soon will.