At long last, I have returned. Worn and weary, mud-spattered and unkempt, I come home from a long hard fought battle where I have stared at the jaws of despair one too many times. I return from a treacherous terrain, where the strongest of man have been known to cry defeat, wailing as they succumb to their inner demons; where mere sharp combat skills and state-of-the-art weaponry mean nothing without a steadfast mind and a firm soul; where faith is the only thing to cling to in order to survive…or at least die sane. This Fire Maiden (or so I have been dubbed by a fellow comrade) returns bruised and very nearly beaten, with lifetime scars that I doubt will ever heal. And all for the sake of pride, honour and valour.
Yeah, the finals were that bad.
Enough ramblings.
I’m home and really, that’s all that matters.
I need to turn off my mind and be stupid for a while.
If sense were common, more people would have it, but like Saraa said, if sense were common, she’d rather not have it because she’s not common. I couldn’t agree more with her.
If there’s one thing I’ve truly missed, its smothering Luqman every chance I can get. I swear, that kid is all chubbiness and flesh, and I have every intent on pouncing on him for as long as he lets me…or maybe a little longer.
Something strange happened last night. I faced one of those moments again where all I wanted to do was to scream obscenities and start going on a rampage. TS was on a roll again. I remember asking Zaim for a bat last week when the stress of studying was too much and all I wanted was to break some glass…and ended up bruising my knuckes instead. Quite silly, I admit. I read somewhere that to control your anger, make wudhu’ and sit or lie down. Typical me, my patience ran out last week, but last night, you wouldn’t believe my source of comfort. They were my cats…which I have to ashamedly say here whom I haven’t been paying much attention to these past few weeks. Iris, Halo and Chief Wiggums…though Halo’s a favourite since she’s such a darling. Chief’s a pain in the gluteus maximus.
Last Wednesday night was…sigh…breathtaking…magical…memorable…the first night of many nights to come, I hope. Just before you start getting the wrong idea, I’m talking of a little night picnic my girlfriends and I had. How do I describe the setting?
Picture this: a grassy spot at the edge of a hill, a windy night with barely a sound, save for the whispers of the breeze, Genting glittering away fiercely in the distance, setting the faraway hills on fire, 8 girls huddled on one tikar, clad in sweatshirts and sweaters (it was freakin cold) and letting their hair down since guys weren’t allowed there, munching on junk food and quite simply, just lying down and staring up at the stars. Romantic, no? It was on this night when revelations were made, truths uncovered, secrets shared and fantasies revealed. A night when sisterhood was at its element. A night when bonds were strengthened and friendships cemented. Unforgettable.
The last thing I can think of relating here is another unforgettable night…or perhaps forgettable. It depends on how you look at it. Perhaps it was exam anxieties again, but there came a time last week when my guard had to be let down for once, and crumble was all I could do. It gets to you, you know? Thinking you’re unbeatable and strong, only to come to a point where you realise that…well, you’re not. An unexpected phone call did some good for me though. Who would’ve thought? Of course, there came the guilt that it must have cost Khairie a bomb since it lasted longer than I thought it would. I guess I’m going to have to get him a Dodge Viper SRT-10 or something to make it up to him.
Before I get off, this I have to mention. The last few testimonials from you people are seriously embarassing hilarious! But just so you know, I didn’t approve them because I agreed with them, alright? Trust me, I have an explanation for putting up the vain pic (although there isn’t anything to be vain about anyway). Enough with being trampled. Abby and Yani, here’s to kicking butt. Like I said, time to piss some people off.
Right.
Enough said here.
