Oh thank Buddha tmrw's a public holiday, which means, no college, which means, no classes, no alarms to snooze 472 times, no rushing to obtain that specific toilet stall before anyone else does, no wasting time looking under my bed for notepads and thumbdrives, which also means, I can sleeeeeeeeep :D
Oh how I adore my the many pointless holiday my country graciously showers us with.
Ohh, sleep I have missed you.
18 February 2010
When there is nothing better to say, better say nothing.
1. Allocate time to watch The Dark Knight, with Tall Sister if possible
2. Eat as many pineapple tarts as possible without getting told off or falling sick
The smartest thing I did today/yesterday was to silentkan my phone and sleep. And thus, I bank in a grand total of seven hours of uninterrupted sleep. These are what semester breaks are all about :D
Without realising, February has dawned upon us all. In a matter of days, Chinese New Year cum Valentines plans, the scorching balik kampong weather and scrumptious festive cookies shall all that will be talked about amongst the many things; health food, friends shuttling off to *insert country* etc etc. It has been a little over a week since the second last semester of diploma has reached its pinnacle point after a verrry self abusive/health-neglecting phase of daily study routine. I dare say that there was one point the amount of food I consume a day could probably use up the calorie quota for the next six weeks. But that was two weeks ago. I am now layaning my parent with their latest health food craze promising sterile bowels by the time I’m shipped back to campus in three weeks time.
My brain cells are at present allowed a twenty two thousand second break to breathe and frolic in chocolate mint milk tea if it wishes so. The said finals were horridly awful and I shall not further elaborate because I think I can cry just thinking how low and especially demoralized I felt after the first few papers I just gave up altogether. Aih. Cannot live with my conscience lah kalau terfail mana mana paper :3
So it took three whole days to announce my return back home after being hound ruthlessly by peers alike with nothing better to do. Because I prefer hiding at home instead of desperately trying to think of a diplomatic way to say no to birthday celebrations and mamak invites. Why am like this, I cannot explain also lah. In the end, all my efforts of evading text messages and discreetly msn-ing only resulted in people stalking me like mad.
I’ve been looking forward to this holiday because nothing was precisely what I had planned on doing. Something along the lines of a really good lie-in into the noon, lunch, followed by hours of blissful, uninterrupted nothing.
To my eternal dismay, however, days following my return I started on a mini project on repainting my room. I had a whim one evening while studying for law of colouring my life back in Subang as colourful as it can get as the one in Stapak is uninspiring and bland and an eyesore. Some days, all it takes is a glimpse at the studying soul opposite the half of the room and I’d feel like burying myself under the duvet for the rest of the day until the stomach demands to be fed.
Hotdogged between the college-less days are unending spring cleaning, guilt free naps, and drinking lots of health thingies (mum is on a mission to put some colour into my cheeks before my one month is up), tall sister and her incurable mania for clutter, me wanting to flick the kid next door for banging on the piano keys in the early hours of a weekend, and by the time I’m thrown back to ululand, I’d be forlorn to leave home, still craving for pineapple tarts and my current playlist will consist of korean songs and korean songs only due to sibling influence.
Love, like rain, can nourish from above, drenching couples with a soaking joy. But sometimes, under the angry heat of life, love dries on the surface and must nourish from below, tending to its roots, keeping itself alive.
