I'm Okay

Guys!

Sorry to have gotten you worried ever since I get to this place. It's really not so bad. Just that last week I have this terrible PMS, and hence the tearful entry.

Uh huh.

So anyways, I have pictures! To post! For you all to see!

But they have to wait, because next week I have:

1. Reading test on Tuesday
2. Chemistry test on Wednesday
3. English presentation on Thursday
4. Engineering Math test on Friday (THE HORROR!)
5. 2 assignments not done
6. 1 deadline to meet
7. Breaking Dawn, Bourne Identity and A Bend in the Road, all halfway through

Hence...... be patient for a tiny winy bit more? Or you guys have already lost interest on how my school looks like? And how my room and roommate look like? AND how the girl I likey like looks like? Ahhh... I see I've gotten back your attention.

Oh well. Gotta study. 27 days to go, and I'll be back in Kuching!

Doodles, doodles.

Okay. Posting up ONE picture won't kill. There you go.


Wala, the Chancellor Complex at night.

I'm not suicidal I'm just a little unwell

I felt moisture on my pillow. I opened my eyes - they were somewhat sticky... and perhaps a little swollen? I didn't realise I was crying.

I sat up straight, wiping the dried lines of tears off my face with my blanket. In the deafening silence, my enemy seemed to be so fierce and intense. I felt so helpless in this faraway place. I wanted so much to escape, to go home, to see the familiar faces that I had once taken for granted. A new wave of nostalgia washed over me, and I sobbed, for the nth time.

My enemy was eating up my soul, its sharp teeth gnawing at my body, my limbs, my... my... *coughs* bit by bit, bloody as hell. My enemy was killing me. Loneliness was killing me.

It was raining. I could hear the raindrops beating on the roof, on the pavement, on the grass. I might be grieving, but I was not deaf. Still, I digressed. The rain. It was as if the heaven knew I was grieving, and wanted to wash away all my sorrow, cleanse all my pain. It was either that or to punish those noisy Special People next door by drenching their clothes.

Either way, the raindrops messed up my heartbeat, convoluted my thoughts, and I was attacked by a sudden panic. I was really alone. It was the reality. I tried banging my head on the wall, slapping my face, pulling my hair. It was not a dream.

I couldn’t help it. Fresh, warm tears gushed from my exhausted tear glands, unstoppable. Why so serious? I asked myself. But the self-pity was overbearing. I thought about my bed, my room, free food, automatically refilled wallet, hot shower, superfast internet access yada yada. It was too much to take in at once. My blanket was wet. Very wet.

I missed companionship. I missed my family. I missed heart-to-heart moments with my best friend in the WWW. I was terribly, and horrijibly, homesick. So I lied down to ease the pain, and tried hard to fall asleep. Tomorrow would be better.

I felt the moisture on my pillow. I closed my eyes, letting my mind relax, and forgetting all the pain. I realised I was, still, crying.


Okay okay that was the exaggeration of the year. But it’s true that I’m terribly homesick. And I cried, a little. And some more. Okay, A LOT. Happy now? I WANNA GO HOME!

The In-Between Time

*cue some Indian sensual music, with twanging sitar and sonorous gong*

Ohm.

At exactly 10:47 am (which is right now), I'm sitting in the very advanced library, crossing my legs, rubbing my feet against the jeans, and watching the world go round.

Ohm.

I love the in-between time. The free period between lectures. Especially after a class of Physics when you don't understand half the things said by your Sudanese lecturer. AB-a-Cos-a-THHEETHA. Wtf. He's-a-pretty much-a-100% unintelligible.

And due to an alarming demand from all you readers, I've chosen to spend this precious session of in-between time by blogging.


Updates (in case you don't already know):


1. My laptop is here. With faulty speakers and scratchy surface. Called DELL. The May girl is very efficient. (not being sarcastic) Girls with the name May are always very efficient. (sarcasm intended)


2. I have 23 hours of lectures/labs/tutorials squeezed in four days. So most of the time I look like a zombie. And the stuff I learn? Physics, Chemistry, Engineering Mathematics, English, Moral Studies, and THINKING SKILLS.

It's really surprising to find a subject ***-er than Moral Studies. Really. I was so amazed during the first lecture. Or maybe it's because of the lecturer.

Am I beginning to sound like I have a problem with a lot of people already? I swear I'm a very easy-going person. Really!


3. I bought a bike. As in, a bicycle. Haha. It's been a long time since I last cycled. Brings back a lot of memories. I like.


4. I'm still alive, and getting used to most of the things here already (except cough the food cough). I think nobody will ever get used to the food here. It's revolting.

Hmm... okay I don't think I do the food here much justice.

It's actually... VERY REVOLTING!


5. During my free time - which I get a lot during the weekends - I study Physics and Chemistry and Precalc, and I've even studied the part not yet gone through by the lecturers. I've completed all my tutorials and assignments, and I think spending time doing all these productive things means spending my time very wisely!

Puke.

THIS PLACE IS DEAD. SO DEAD that I have exactly NOTHING to do during my free time. Therefore, I have no other alternative but resorting to homework and studies. But I did do some reading. I read P.S. I LOVE YOU which I bought from mudah.com for 15 bucks. I felt very disoriented after that. And I'm reading The Bourne Identity right now. Exhilarating! My adrenaline's pumping like crazy at 2 in the morning. - ends abruptly -


6. I'll be going to Penang next week and meet my family. And I'll get the camera from my sister (I presume she'd let me have it). So, pictures will be coming soon! Be patient, my (very little amount of) readers! You'll get your eyes fed in no time.


So yeah. That's probably it. This entry shall end abruptly again about... here. Time to go, class is about to start.

Ohm. In-between time well spent.