Fact 1: I finally got a job.
Fact 2: My job is so busy that it is nerve wrecking and I really hope that I won't have horrible customers just yet.
Fact 3: First official exam is in 12 days. Second one is in 14 :(
Fact 4: First unofficial exam (cause its a 'test' of 20%) is in 3 days.
Fact 5: Last assignment of the semester is due in 9 days and Lady Gaga is slowly killing me. My essay hardly moves day by day as I'm stuck infering on my own about her personality :/ The only good thing is the theory I chose helped me to cover 1500 words on its own and now I just need another 1500 words more to cover on her and the duties of a lighthouse keeper. Yes, my assignment Is indeed strange.
Fact 6: I have not started on revision at all.
Fact 7: The library is now my second home.
Fact 8: I am now a big fan of Keane.
Fact 9: I need to get back to my essay on explaining why Lady Gaga is not suitable for a job as a lighthouse keeper. Oh mannn.
Fact 10: 22 days til I can party again! :D
Hope the rest of whats left of May treats you well :)
<3
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Jar of Hearts.
Sometimes, it just gets too emotionally draining, doing this all alone. I am only human after all, and I am only one. I was a fool to think it would be any different.
I'm putting God first. Where He should always be.
Life gives too much to be taken on alone. And this time there is just too much to bear.
<3
I'm putting God first. Where He should always be.
Life gives too much to be taken on alone. And this time there is just too much to bear.
<3
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Leaving footsteps.
It is pitch black outside as I look from my left to right, peeking at the windows, trying to look if there's anything out there. The plane jiggles a little and because it is literally pitch black out there, I do not know for sure how near we are to the ground. This is the part that makes me nervous the most whenever I take a flight. The airplane departure never worries me since most of the time I do not pay attention and am either reading the flight magazines or starting a movie until I hear the roar of the engine at its loudest. But arrivals always make me nervous as I contemplate the possibilities that could happen like the airplane not landing on the ground the first time and starts bouncing on the runway, or the pilot loses control of the brakes and the plane crashes, and well, you get the picture. I steadied my hands on the arm rest, braced for the impact of the plane as it touches the runway. A few seconds later and I feel the thud of the plane touching ground, followed by the loud deep screeches of tyres as the plane brakes to a slight halt. It runs slowly on the runway towards the landing zone. I catch glimpses of yellow light outside but it is still pitch black. The airplane finally reaches its stop and we scramble out of our seats, pulling bags down and find our way out of the plane and into the airport.
It is quiet for we are the first flight to arrive on such an early Monday morning. I make it through immigration in a record of one minute, the fastest ever that I've gotten out of immigration not counting Malaysian immigration. I wait in sight of my green backpack covered in the orange 'raincoat', concern it may not have been put on the flight. But my worries are for nothing as I spot it 20 minutes later. I walk out and realise it is still raining, make my way the shuttle bus, buy my ticket and get on just before it leaves. It bounces away happily to the hum of the raindrops falling on the roof of the bus. I pray hard in my head, asking God to make the rain stop just til I reach the apartment. But it continues to drizzle as I walk out to the tram stop and catch my tram. My backpack is unbalanced and there is hardly place for my flat butt to sit on as my backpack takes up most of the tram seat and I am only able to sit on the edge of it. At least it is not peak hour yet, I think to myself. I reach the tram stop just outside my building and cross the roads quickly, bowing my head to watch where I step.
I ride the elevator and walk across the short corridor and turn my key. I unpack quickly and as quietly as I possibly can. Most of it going to the dining table to be dealt with and given out to later. I strip off my clothes that have been worn for about 36 hours by now and force myself into the shower, quietly cursing the cold. I slide into the bed I now sleep on and pull the covers up to my chin. I look outside as I will away the loneliness that has crept back into my heart. It is 8am and the sky is a warm ocean blue. But it might as well be still pitch black.
It is quiet for we are the first flight to arrive on such an early Monday morning. I make it through immigration in a record of one minute, the fastest ever that I've gotten out of immigration not counting Malaysian immigration. I wait in sight of my green backpack covered in the orange 'raincoat', concern it may not have been put on the flight. But my worries are for nothing as I spot it 20 minutes later. I walk out and realise it is still raining, make my way the shuttle bus, buy my ticket and get on just before it leaves. It bounces away happily to the hum of the raindrops falling on the roof of the bus. I pray hard in my head, asking God to make the rain stop just til I reach the apartment. But it continues to drizzle as I walk out to the tram stop and catch my tram. My backpack is unbalanced and there is hardly place for my flat butt to sit on as my backpack takes up most of the tram seat and I am only able to sit on the edge of it. At least it is not peak hour yet, I think to myself. I reach the tram stop just outside my building and cross the roads quickly, bowing my head to watch where I step.
I ride the elevator and walk across the short corridor and turn my key. I unpack quickly and as quietly as I possibly can. Most of it going to the dining table to be dealt with and given out to later. I strip off my clothes that have been worn for about 36 hours by now and force myself into the shower, quietly cursing the cold. I slide into the bed I now sleep on and pull the covers up to my chin. I look outside as I will away the loneliness that has crept back into my heart. It is 8am and the sky is a warm ocean blue. But it might as well be still pitch black.
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