All good things come to an end

Have I used this title before, somewhere in the previous posts alongside with a couple of 'whaddafug is she talking about' posts, buried by the sudden seemingly happy posts that I've been trying to churn out but to no avail? It's not that I forgot about this space in the month of July. I have about 5 pending drafts that I typed last month, but never had any guts to publish them.

So much for my friends calling me the girl with balls of steel, about 24hours ago. It was a happy occasion. And about everyday, I pray and wish for such happiness. Fortunately for me, after years of wishing and praying, I got a double combo last night - played touch rugby with an awesome group of humans, and met a new guy friend who said I look Thai and I was super amazed by the fact that he did not laugh at me for liking the Thai Band - Potato, and instead, he sang my fav Thai song! So awesome please.  I could approximately die right now, and have no regrets in life.

#justkidding (about the dying part)

All good things come to an end. Especially really good ones - they end faster.

Imagine something legit and solid came flying from nowhere and smacked right down at your fleeting life, creating moments that you never thought would have ever experienced in your entire life - and because of the existence of this thing, you did. While you were used to this zero gravity lifestyle before this heavy thing landed, this new weight was really refreshing and much appreciated. It's quite hard to explain this, but you actually yearn for its existence continuously. It was like as if you were perpetually on cloud nine, and you wanted to be your best all the time, in everything you do.

The higher you fly, the harder you fall. 

(I know it sounded like a perfect sweet story for me to continue on, but no. Happily Ever After doesn't exist okay)

I'm cleaning my wounds and building higher walls now. Should probably just major in construction, or first aid.