I remembered crying hard on my first day of school. I remembered crying when my dad refused to buy me some books from the bookstore. I remembered crying when my mom wouldn't allow me to have some ice-creams. I remembered crying hard when my brother popped my balloon. I remembered crying hard when I found out my best friend was leaving. I remembered crying hard while watching the last film of Harry Potter series. I remembered crying hard on the first day being away from my parents. And I haven't cried like those moments ever since.
Because architecture has taken my soul and sense, leaving me as soulless as a ginger, heartless as a dementor. Because architecture has toughen me up, and has taught me to kick some asses if anything irritates me.
But now I'm crying like a wee little girl because of several tearful episodes in Downton Abbey. Damn you producers/directors for killing off my favorite lady! *wiping off tears
*sambung next episode pulak