Letting the heart rest.
Everything has been going on slowly since I arrived home. The anesthetics I had during my minor operation last Friday made things even slower, with the time pacing nicely and motions flowing tenderly without rush. Ever since, things seem to be much kinder and healthier.
After weeks and months of heartaches, why not?
Last semester is something that you will get when you plant too much hope into one pot. Where you seem to assume that things are enough for you to expect a beautiful plant to grow, budding spectacular flowers; but other problems came barging in instead. Pests managed to penetrate, the leaves are not green enough, the fertilisers are all wrongly measured and the gardening part all tuned out. And of course, the unexpected weather -- how can you dismiss the weather?
In the end, the flower bloomed though, but it was not something that you had expected earlier. Smaller, maybe, with a slightly different colour, but somehow it doesn't rhyme with the amount of hope poured into it.
Surely, no matter how beautiful or otherwise the flower is, the plant will die soon. For the semester, things surely has ended, though there still is a set of results to be awaited.
Not going to talk about that now, aren't we?
Not only it was a hard semester, it was a hard year too. I nearly had no holidays. True enough, it was a never-ending semester! I had no actual rest during the mid-year break -- my house underwent a renovation, and I often find myself sleeping somewhere not home -- and there was Rumi. Then there was the devastating, life-changing exam results.
But again, we're not going to talk about that now, right?
I'm ensuring myself to breathe, while celebrating my life as it is. Which is, in fact, already wonderful. I don't know why I indulged myself into the sin of comparing.
I hope you get the point. My pointless self am getting to the right track nowadays, and I will try to write more. Currently I'm looking forward to my trip to Yogyakarta next weekend on the second day of Aidiladha. My Christmas will be spent in Paris and London, with my bestfriends, before the new semester starts.
Love and be loved. Happy holidays, and see you soon.
Posted in home-Section 9-Shah Alam-where the heart really, really is.
Everything has been going on slowly since I arrived home. The anesthetics I had during my minor operation last Friday made things even slower, with the time pacing nicely and motions flowing tenderly without rush. Ever since, things seem to be much kinder and healthier.
After weeks and months of heartaches, why not?
Last semester is something that you will get when you plant too much hope into one pot. Where you seem to assume that things are enough for you to expect a beautiful plant to grow, budding spectacular flowers; but other problems came barging in instead. Pests managed to penetrate, the leaves are not green enough, the fertilisers are all wrongly measured and the gardening part all tuned out. And of course, the unexpected weather -- how can you dismiss the weather?
In the end, the flower bloomed though, but it was not something that you had expected earlier. Smaller, maybe, with a slightly different colour, but somehow it doesn't rhyme with the amount of hope poured into it.
Surely, no matter how beautiful or otherwise the flower is, the plant will die soon. For the semester, things surely has ended, though there still is a set of results to be awaited.
Not going to talk about that now, aren't we?
Not only it was a hard semester, it was a hard year too. I nearly had no holidays. True enough, it was a never-ending semester! I had no actual rest during the mid-year break -- my house underwent a renovation, and I often find myself sleeping somewhere not home -- and there was Rumi. Then there was the devastating, life-changing exam results.
But again, we're not going to talk about that now, right?
I'm ensuring myself to breathe, while celebrating my life as it is. Which is, in fact, already wonderful. I don't know why I indulged myself into the sin of comparing.
I hope you get the point. My pointless self am getting to the right track nowadays, and I will try to write more. Currently I'm looking forward to my trip to Yogyakarta next weekend on the second day of Aidiladha. My Christmas will be spent in Paris and London, with my bestfriends, before the new semester starts.
Love and be loved. Happy holidays, and see you soon.
Posted in home-Section 9-Shah Alam-where the heart really, really is.
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berjalan sajaaa. hihi
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