Currently playing: The Postal Service-The District Sleeps Alone Tonight.
Post Depression Era.
At least for now.
Ya Allah, what a week I’ve had. What a week it has been.
I am spent.
This here, this is a brief reprieve before I head back to the mad mad rush come Monday.
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Its funny. I had all these things to write about these past few weeks, what with not having gone home since the end of the holidays, but now that I’ve actually found time to breathe, whoosh. I’m drawing a blank.
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If anything, I’d like to tell my mates who’ve been worried about my state of health (physical and psychological-wise) that I’m fine. I am fine. Really. Don’t mind my panda eyes please.
So anyway, I’ve had Strays Don’t Sleep on loop til 5am this entire week while doing some reading on the philosophy of knowledge. Heavy, heavy stuff. How on Earth do these people find time to do all that thinking?
I envy them.
I’d like to have that sort of time. I’ve been missing out on a lot these few days. I’ve hardly had any time to have a life.
Do you know what worried me?
That I didn’t have time to spare for people that I care about. To listen to them talk, to soothe or comfort or advice them if they wanted it. I just couldn’t. Hell, thinking took time. Thinking made me impatient.
That fact was perhaps the scariest of the lot. I’ve always had time to reflect and contemplate. And to bundle along blindly was…
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I remembered some things today:
1. What proper sleep felt like. =)
2. My probationary driving licence’s expired. I am so qualified now. =)
3. Winning in a Treasure Hunt-themed game. Ok, winning second place. But it reminded me of my first and only Treasure Hunt at age 12. I was made leader back then. And my team won first place. Made the prize hamper all the more tastier, walaupun sekadar beberapa paket Mee Maggi dan biskut. Ah, memories.=)
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Liverpool beat Man U tonight in the FA Cup round for the first time in 85 years.
A revenge of sorts.
I’m happy.
But this happiness would be so complete if this didn’t happen tonight.
I hadn’t done that in a long long time.
I didn’t mean it I didn’t mean it I didn’t mean it.
I wasn’t thinking. They just rushed out…because I’ve been supressing them for so long under this facade of pride.
I’m sorry for my words. I’m sorry if they hurt.
Even if you always say things and mean them to hurt every time, I’m still sorry.
And the fact that I’m still sorry even though I had no intention and was provoked, while you remain unremorseful with every intention to cause pain…
it makes this that much harder to swallow.
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Enough said here.
