Thursday, August 22, 2013
First Goodbyes;
A few days ago, KFung wasn't even sure of whether he would be going to Singapore this year. On Monday evening, he received his offer letter. And today, Thursday morning, he left.
It all happened too fast. Waaaaay too fast. I didn't really register what was happening until I stood in his living room at 6.15 today morning watching him pack and load his bags into his car. And even then I didn't feel too bad. I was still thinking 'Just Singapore whuuuut. Got Skype and FB and Whatsapp and all'. Also partly because his dad gave us corn to munch on. It's hard to feel sad when you're eating kays. And also because Lynn Shman and Leek were being their usual silly selves. So yeah the feel wasn't there.
Not even when we hugged him goodbye, or watched his dad's car leave, or even after that when we went for breakfast and all together. Nope. It only hit me when I was in the car, alone, on the way to Sarah's house. I was speeding on the highway, when all those feelings just .. ATTACKED. I felt like I just got hit by a ton of bricks, and I was feeling so deflated the rest of the way. Because I just realized.
I have no idea when I'm going to see him again.
Really, no idea.
Before he left I told him, 'see you soon!' but really, what is 'soon'? Hopefully next month, if he comes back before I leave, but who really knows?
Okay. I need to get a grip. Honestly the main root of the issue now isn't that others are leaving. It's that I'm leaving. To somewhere really far away. If the issue really was about people leaving, I would have been this upset as well when Sehran went to Pekan and Hari went to Kedah. But nope, I wasn't upset. Because we were still close. And they could come back almost anytime (sort of.) And when I really missed them I could just beg them to come back, and they would sometimes. But when I'm in UK, what do I do? Beg them to come over? Yeah right.
Dang weh.
I know there's still Skype and wtv else social network, but it's so .. impersonal. Shaun puts it best, so I'm just gonna quote Shaun heheh.
'Honestly, I hate Skyping with you. In terms of intimacy, it has less than zero quality. Talking to you on a computer screen will never ever surpass the act of ringing your doorbell and peeping through the slits of your wooden gate just to catch the first sight of you unlocking your door.'
Replace the last part of the last sentence with '... and seeing you. And being in your presence.' Yeah, that's it. What I'll miss is their presence.
Whether I like it or not, this has to happen. It IS happening, and I've got to learn to accept it, and enjoy the experience. Truth be told I'm excited as well. And worried. And nervous. Basically having loads of mixed feelings.
But well, as Leek said, 'That's life.'
Besides, it's not the end. :)
Monday, August 19, 2013
And with that, there's just one month to go.
9th Aug
Raya open house at Jannah's! :)
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Results!
It was so fast, I barely even had time to catch a breath, before it hit me.
Monday, August 12, 2013
Jeng Jeng Jenggggggggg
Listening to this song over and over again. Trusting Him with my future, and I know whatever happens tomorrow, His plans are always the best for me.
Saturday, August 10, 2013
Dream Yourself To Oblivion.
Before I begin, though, just a little background knowledge:
My uncle/ grandfather figure (it's a really long story) passed away back in 2010. Maybe it's because I've been reminiscing too much, looking through old photo albums. Or maybe it's because I had a conversation about 'Dreams' with Jacky on Thursday night. He asked about my nightmares. I told him I couldn't remember but that was clearly a lie. There's always that one dream I'll always remember. And that's probably what caused the similarities between that dream and this following dream. Whatever the reason, this was what I dreamt on Thursday night/ Friday morning.
He was alive. Turns out he wasn't gone after all, but he was just in hiding, from the authorities. For some weird reason they wanted him. It had been some time since he'd 'passed away', but suddenly the authorities suspected that he wasn't really dead. So they decided to do some kind of weird check. This was really weird, but apparently uncle died because of some sickness, I'm not sure what it was. But in order to clear their suspicions, the authorities had to make sure that every single person in our village (mmhmm, we lived in a village.) had that disease as well. Which would be fine because everyone in the village did have that sickness. Well, except for my grandma and I. The people closest to him. WHICH WOULD BE FRIGGING WEIRD LA. No one knew they were gonna do that check-up, but weirdly uncle knew. So he came back and warned us to fake being sick heh. And then he had to hide because the authorities reached our house. Narrow escapeeee. After checking everyone, the authorities were finally satisfied and I guess they were happy enough with their findings, their suspicions cleared. And then uncle had to go back into hiding. While he was leaving all I could do was stand there screaming for him to come back. I couldn't do anything. And just like I did when he left us the first time, and in my dreams the second time, I didn't get to tell him I love him. Nor did I get to say goodbye.
And then I woke up. With a heavy heart and that sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. It's horrible, that feeling.
Is it just me, that when I dream I always don't realize it's a dream, and I believe it completely? Or does that happen to everyone else? This sucks, seriously :(
Also, my mum woke up crying today morning because I'll be leaving soon. She doesn't want to talk about it, but I'm pretty sure she dreamt about it. Ah this is so sad.
Go ahead, dream yourself to oblivion.
Friday, August 9, 2013
'So rich ah!'
That, right up there, is one of the statements which annoy me the most. Usually this statement will be uttered when asking about my planned course and where I'm planning to pursue it. What course? Medicine. Where? UK. And then comes the infamous statement 'WAH SO RICH AH!' , along with the perception that I'm a spoilt brat. I hate to burst your bubble, but your perceptions are completely and utterly wrong. I'm not rich, at least, I never thought myself to be. I'd say my family is above average, and that's all thanks to my parents. They both came from families with low income, and they worked really hard (my dad especially) to make it this far. He's a really hard worker, and he's really determined to provide my family with a comfortable life. Also, my parents are really spendthrift. They don't spend unnecessarily, and the only thing they splurge on is family vacations. And they've always planned ahead for me and my brother's education. They've saved up so we sort of have an education fund. So no, we're not rich. We just save what we have. And another thing. I'm not spoilt. My parents never spoilt me with unnecessary things, and most of the time I get 'No's instead of 'Yes'-es. Plus I never demanded my parents send me to UK. I told them what I wanted (which was to go to UK), and then I let them decide. I never forced them or cajoled them to let me go. It was their decision alone, and I took mo part in making it. So strike 2 against the idea of me being a spoilt brat.
While I'm at it, there's something else that really annoys me- when someone puts themselves down. They make themselves look so unimportant and lowly, so how do they expect others to see them and treat them? All of you, everyone- have some self-pride, some self-worth, and love yourself. Never look down on yourself.
Dear readers, do take note.
Thursday, August 8, 2013
Bloop Bloop.
Sunday
Met up with Lynn, KF, Sehran and Evo at Secret Recipe. Had a short tea and chat session, then we parted ways. Sehran followed me back home to get changed for Taekwondo (YES HE CAME) and then we headed off to class. Class was interesting because of one thing - we (the seniors) had to jump across chairs, and side kick the kicking bag which sir was holding. It was scary at first, but once I got the hang of it, all was well :D Sehran selamba only, cuz he's tall whut. Voe was a completely different story. She did what I always did during lompat tinggi. Run towards the pole (in this case chair), then once reach the chair, come to a complete halt. Hahah Voe :') What's more, Sir started with one chair and then increased it to two, then three. Some kiddies like Kieran and Yong Tien were so excited they joined us as well. They only stopped because sir FORBADE them from jumping the 3-chair jump.
Ah, to be a kid again :')
Tuesday
Next guy was also from Turkey. There were actually two of them, but the other guy was mainly in the background. I think he was abit drunk la, cuz he kept doing a few things repeatedly. Point at us. Wave. Heartshape. We actually got a screenshot but lost it because we didn't save it. Because Lynn accidentally screenshotted this :