Currently Playing: Umbrellas-Sleeping At Last.
I deserve this song. I need me some sleep.
Today was moving day. I type this with my limbs detached from my body. I kid you not. My right hand’s still semi-functioning, but my left’s a gone case. *tests fingers, attempts to clench fist, fails. Nope, nothing alive there.
The problem with being a little too proud to ask for any male help (not that there was anyone available anyway) is that although your mind’s telling you you’re playing the part of the strong, independent woman, your body refuses to agree.
And tonne-heavy loads up from the the 4th floor all the way down to the car later, why should it?
After today, I learned an important lesson: when there’s anything heavy to carry involved, get a guy, any guy who is willing to break his back for you. And if he isn’t willing enough, give him enough free food till he nods a yes.
Otherwise, you’ll end up temporarily losing your sense of touch and have it replaced with nothing but pain.
At least I’m done with everything, Alhamdulillah. And at least I can look back on this and know that, with good help from a little sister, I wouldn’t be rendered completely helpless should I find myself in the same situation next time. I can take comfort in the fact that I pushed every limit of a naturally weaker physique (compared to a man’s) and succeeded.
It was quite sad, clearing up my campus room. Other then the usual packing of books and clothes, my process involved taking down all the posters I’ve had up for about 8 months. These posters, mostly political, remind me of my purpose so that at least when I’m at my lowest low, I’d have some form of motivation to not lose it and to not quit Law altogether. Of course, what would a room be without Saraa’s artwork in it? And also the occasional Liverpool scarf that never fails to do wonders to bring life to a bland wall. 
Farewell, all and everything. It’s been a good room.
It’s just too bad that the aftereffects of loading and unloading luggages, boxes and baggages that share a weight equivalent to that of 3 adult African elephants have stemmed all sentiments that I may have had in leaving my campus room had I not been forced to undergo said torment.
Takpelah.
One observation I made today was that loading a tiny Kembara with a heap that’s ever so slightly bigger than the car itself is not unlike playing Tetris.
Driving away from campus (how I managed to actually grip the steering wheel and step on the pedal, I’ll never know), it was amusing to think that one day of moving turned out to be some sort of mental challenge+physical endurance test combo that I took and conquered.
I should get a medal for that.
As for now though, sleep is what I should really get.
And with Liverpool’s triple wins this week, Man U’s back-to-back losses and Arsenal’s Home defeat, I think I’ll be resting well. =)
Enough said here.
