Yah mun... yr 2 sem 2 is over... which means, by Aug when summer break is over, I'll be more than half way done in Uni, hopefully... yes, hopefully ... yeh, it feels great now, with all the academic burden tossed aside. Just a dozen or so sunrises ago, I found myself struggling so hard to cramp all those info into my very limited brain capacity, knowing so well that though life would still be of a hell ride nevertheless, it would definitely be a smoother and easier one if I had topped up my fuel tank with "consistency". Well, it was too late, as usual. Too late for any regrets. The same old thoughts would slap me right in the head each time, as I wondered how time had sieved through my own fingers so easily, leaving me in so much of a state of helplessness and desperation. And as always, I would tell myself, I have to do this and have to do that the next time around, confidently psyching myself up for the next 15 or so weeks. How naive! It has perpetually been the same; how simple it can be to start planning and having all those flawless visions of about the days ahead, getting all motivated and driven. Then when execution time comes, "un-forcasted" dark clouds roll in and set you all back-laden and trashed. You play along and try to fit into the rhythm. You enjoy life and take things easy. What you know not, is that doom day awaits. By the time you realise so, you're back in that all crappy knots that you've singled-handedly tied, and you now began to straighten things out in almost pointless desperation. In the midst of the mess, you sense that it's a tough battle against time and you've gotta forgo some of those knots and concentrate on others. Dear sacrifices are made! You take 1 MC, you lose 4 MCs, the way of life around here. Even when there're less complications to manage now, it still ain't easy, because you've created too much of a heap of crap. Then you try to make the best out of what you've got and attempt to salvage the crucial knots first, but, it's still ain't sufficient and there you end up swimming back in the brown "pool"... yeh, that's just the way life is and has always been for me... for now, i've had enough and dun wanna say any further about this stuff... all I can conclude is that I'm still in that hopeful search to discover what's best for me in life, what's God has in stored for me....
moving on... the few days after the papers were a different kind of a mind-boggling issue as i pondered how i should shift my room from hall back home.. ha... those who've been around my place would know how much stuff my roomie and I have in our nest. We're one of the few Singaporeans who've had perpetually shifted in our entire comfort zone over the year. Yeh, that's what we are; the lepakness in us just geared us to make our little nest as cosy as possible... end state, a whole lot of comfies, but a pain-staking effort to move things back out... a small glimpse of my greatest achievement of neatness, my wardrobe.... haha


yup, stole the idea from a boutique and modified it a little myself... haha... now my home's wardrobe arrangement gonna be like that too. But considering the amount of "fibre" I have back home, it's gonna take a while.... hmmm.... yeh, as mentioned, shifting was a headache. I literally made two full trips to and fro, the first one leaving no space for any passengers in the car at all mun. And each time, it was at least 5 back-breaking trips of carrying the loads of boxes and bags from room to car and vice versa. Arghhh... the 2nd trip wouldn't had been possible without dad mun; 5 fish tanks being the highlight, and the 1 foot one being the toughest and most strenuous. In order to reduce the turmoil and disturbance to the water and plantation, we really crept our way, while withstanding the incredible weight. No joke mun, really felt the strain on the spine mun.... salute dad.... then it was a long and slow drive home, especially at turns and across humps... haha.. fortunately, the traffic was light late in the night, so wasn't causing any disruption on the roads... and ultimately, my beloved tank was rather safe from any major "uprooting" and "traumatizing" by all that, unlike poor Jootz's one... ;) hehe

yeh, and so, that was the episode on the closing of the semester.... adios....
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