7 days

One week.

Just. one. more. week.

I’ve been living with a shadow overhead

Amidst all the projects frenzy; replying emails; the rush of sending out sponsorship letters for my overseas community service trip (OCIP) to North India; shopping for winter wear – also for my OCIP; and hopes to kickstart my revision for the final exams, I actually found time to blog.

Because it’s been too empty, too long.

Today marks the last lesson for this semester, I have to say, despite exams coming in about 10 days, I cant help feeling relieved.

This has to be one of the most difficult 3 months of my life. Honestly.
Sometimes, in retrospect from all my bitching about the semester, I wondered if it was me who cant make good of the situation.

I wondered why I cant take the many frustrating and sometimes insulting situations that I’ve gone through, and make them better for myself.

I wondered if I was too blinded by the angst that I couldnt touch the silver lining.

I wondered if I let the angst go, will I be more fulfilled.

“What doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger” Honestly, I’ve learnt. And I’m now standing stronger than I probably was 3 months ago; I dealt with insults and survived with dignity; I worked with people whom I would really love to punch, and yet, I didn’t; I acquired theoretical knowledge that I wouldn’t have known if not for my projects; I’ve now closer relationships with friends who were there for me.

So should I resent all the shit that I was made to go through, or should I be glad that good things happened, amidst the bad?

Windswept

 The past couple of weeks had been absolute whirlwind madness. There’s no time even to realise how frustrated with schoolwork I was.

So, I took time for some therapy.

Walked around my neighbourhood, and snapped away.

graceful arcs of the old raintrees

happy gate

fallen

dustbin number 14

buds

How can anyone not love this neighbourhood? It has such quaint, calming stillness all around.

A different kind of boyfriends

Hospi

4g

They dont give you flowers for no reason; you dont expect them to send you home everytime you meet up; they dont refrain from spouting profanities in your presence to keep a good impression.

But, they’re still the ones who make you laugh with their crazy antics; the ones who give the heartiest hugs; the ones who dote on you like a sister; the ones who give perspective to your boy problems.

For us from the 4g, what can I say, almost 10 years of friendship. It’s like a brotherhood - Anli and me included.

A different league from girlfriends altogether; but still indispensable.