On second thought, I just checked my mail and Univ. of Liverpool replied saying that they do consider second year direct entry applicants. So there's Kent, Keele, Aston and Liverpool to choose from. I'll have to narrow the universities I'm applying to, to three and settle this thing once and for all.
I'm too upset to even watch Gilmore Girls right now. I'm too upset to feed my midnight cravings (which is a good thing) I'm too upset to ponder on my cat's cute features and nudge her bum for sleeping so comfortably. I'm just upset for planning something out a week in advance only to find out that I won't be able to.. make it as I'd hope. That I'll only partially make it because I apparently can't drive. Well, things don't always go your way.
Since the accident, I've been refraining from driving and it has been sixty days now. Now that I've built up the confidence, I'm obliged to pop in another forty days that I'm bamboozled by and only then I am believed to be danger-free from driving the car. This in turn will give me a hundred days of refraining in total. And I pray that one hundred days suffices.
I miss you car-which-is-now-in-good-shape-just-parked-by-the-garage.
Waiting can be easy if taken lightly and can also be fatal. It can tear you apart, make you insane filling your every vein with anxiety. The pressure on waiting for an outcome on anything. In this case, the wait for the results. Yes, the gap between post exams and results day can turn you into a complete looney. Things to keep me busy for now: unpacking, jogging, chores, occasional catch-up sessions, reading and trying to be the best assistant mom has ever had.
Waiting for the results feels like waiting for snow to fall in the Sahara desert. I just might have packed on a few pounds waiting. Hope everything will turn out... okay.
I have been having plenty of time to myself, soothing the mind, body and soul altogether at once. And also the never-ending time invested with mom, dad and sister. It's time to see the ones that I've been longing to meet as they're all back in this peaceful country. We're all now only a phonecall away from each other apart from Jajat whose still waiting to be kidnapped from Londres but will be back soon, hopefully. Nonetheless, Summer always brings us back together :D
It's always heartbreaking to hear anything associating to death. Even the death of an acquaintance can really get to you. I will definitely miss Ignatius Stephen's eye-opening articles, one of the written pieces (written by him) I look forward to reading when I pick up the Borneo Bulletin dad brings home every evening. May he rest in peace.
Another death that the family received today was the death of a relative. Inalillah.
There are surely reasons to the cause of their death - accidents and diseases but as they say it's down to time. That time for them to go, that time that we will never know, that time that has been planned for us, which lies only in the hands of God. That time.. we all wish we'd know.
When we are so drawn into a particular thing, we'd put so much effort and energy to collecting and keeping it. I have an addiction to anything that are mini, ipglosses, pallets, eau de toilette perfumes. They'll be sitting in my room stacked in one compartment and never touched until it expires usually in the course of two years.
Heck loaaaaaaaaaaads of junk being digested today. It started with a few handful of crisps, to Nutella with white bread and iced water. After five hours, I scoffed on: KFC chicken, a burger, rice and pepsi. Drank carbonated drinks today after refraining for months. What has happened to today? I usually don't leave my stomach empty for more than three hours because the effect would be; downing everything I see. What is wrong with today? Also, I had a dilemma with putting two corner tables at its right place, which usually doesn't happen. Jogging too seems to be far off my priority list as things around the living didn't look right.
In the end anyway, I got things sorted after eight hours of figuring out where things should be placed. It's so hard without help around the house but surprisingly, manageable. Looks like it's going to be as it is for the entire Summer. Great. I thought of our maid who has just left us a week ago and I really do hope she is safe and has fully recovered, taking in her vital vitamins.
I am starting to choose Steamy over Dreamy as I progress towards season seven. McSteamy's softer side is to die for. Meredith and McDreamy are still the epitome of perfection of which I still can't enough. Partially the reason why I'm hooked with Grey's Anatomy and also the fact that it's more than just a tv show. It's reaaaaaaaality and it bites.
Because of this, I am obliged to handover both Mc Steamy and Mc Dreamy to my mom next time I start preparing for upcoming examinations, just like one of my besties, Tay who handed over her baby Dell as a disciplinary action to simply focus for our finals. We all have weaknesses don't we, in my case, it's series, this one specifically.
As a person, you go through a multitude of things and the challenge here is, the way you handle situations as such, good or bad. Just last week, finals commenced and I think I was at the pit of my worse. Lack of rationality, scared and just so much negative energy but family and friends never failed to give the positivity that I, and pretty much everyone needed. Alhamdulillah, thank you mom, dad, sister, Nathea, Dayat and close friends for all the prayers and right amount of words of wisdom.
Even though revision had commenced weeks before in preparation for the exams, only some information memorized managed to stay intact in my head and some were just really hard to recall. All I can say is that revising for this semester has been intense and extremely challenging. How wrong was I to think the modules would be much easier? I'm sure my friends right now are wondering what 2nd year has in store for us. During exam week, there were weird tantrums, stress and anxiety all over the place. Having three-long-hour papers to sit for straight days throughout the week had not been fun and I'm just overwhelmed that I did the best I could do and the rest, tawakal. It's finally over and done with!
Although now, it kind of sucks that with running that I hadn't gotten around to jog since my first 14km with cousin Hads which happened three weeks ago and so, I potentially may have lost all the runnergy and leg muscles that may have developed in the course of running daily for two weeks. This calls for disciplinary action to get back on track soon and start training for another charity event that's just around the corner. This time, was told that I should focus on speed as 8km within 51 minutes is simply not good enough :(