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For some spring in your steps in winter.

Posted by: lubnaaa | December 15, 2008 |

Kepancitan.

I’ve been in my work clothes and apron these days longer than in my PJs (although on second thought, that’s probably because I’ve been falling asleep in them too after a long day of labour). Ummi and Lutfi had to go off to Sabah for work, so I was left to man the fort at home since we sent our helper back to Indonesia.

I can’t believe I’ve got less than a week left before the new semester begins. These holidays whipped by so fast, and I’ve still got so much to do! I need more time for my unfinished projects; I wish we had at least 2 weeks more. I’m just not ready to go back yet. I’m proud to report that the days I spent lazing about, I can count on one hand. The rest of my break was spent doing something or other, which is more than I can say about my last 3 month holiday. This is good, this is progress.

But I’m still not ready to go back.

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A long while ago, I once wrote that the human heart may be the most resilient, but it’s also the most fragile.

We’ve all had our low points before, and sometimes it gets so bad it feels like our heart’s giving out. It might be due to very different reasons, the degree may vary but I’m sure there’s no distinction when it comes to pain. We’re all familiar with that ache and throb, that heaviness in the chest, the difficulty to even breathe sometimes. And the pain, that constant pain.

I don’t have an immediate cure, and I don’t intend on discussing the mystery that is the Heart, because I could go on and on but words would never be sufficient to explain.

But at this moment, I know of a few people who are going through harder times than others, and although I might not be able to make it better for you and you and you (and for those who are quietly hiding it, and for those I don’t even know), I do have a little something that might help take a bit of the burden off and bring a small cheery smile. This is for the rest of us too, so that we’ll remember to take good care of ourselves, because (at the risk of sounding like a L’OrĂ©al ad), we’re worth it.

I don’t work for free
Please take care of me
This is a message from your heart
Your most devoted body part
Taking blood and making art
This is a message from your heart
Pounding away into the dark
You could thank me for a start
This is a message from your heart

Enough said here.

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That youtube clip is soooo cute!
(They say that you know youve been in Japan for too long if youre obsessed with all things Kawaii.. I think I’ve been influenced. Erm.)

ahh!! same here! my holidays are now spent getting the research done (talk about getting up at 5.30 am in the holidays) so not ready for the new semester.. matilah kat hospital nanti.. huhu

After all these years. The heart is just another organ- formalin preserved and dead and decaying.

That song. It was lovely. So lovely.

Holidays from real are always never enough no?
(Heck, any holiday is never enough…)

Friend of mine once went: “Wishing weekends were weekdays and that weekdays were weekends.”

So true, but there’s only so much one can wish for! New semester means new beginnings, new opportunities, new chances to be taken and new lessons to learn. Life moves on.

As it must :)

J:
Selamat pulang ke tanah air. :) (And the fact that Kina Grannis is part Japanese was just a coincidence.
As it always is, kan J?) :p

Adli:
Buat clinicals betul2, people are relying on you. I’m going to psyche myself up for this new sem, so I’m going to cheer you on too.
Jom Adli, lets get the next hurdle over with. :)
Maddie:
And yet, the heart still stubbornly lives on, somehow learning to beat again. If people wanted me to believe in reincarnation, I think the heart is proof enough.

If you liked the song, then I’m glad it’s done its job. ;)

Thank you Maddie. The new semester starts tomorrow, and I’m dead set on being positive and upbeat about it..even if it takes a lot of work and effort. Haha.

Ah, here we go again!

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