I can't remember if I've used Falling Slowly as my title before, but oh well... But this time, Imma make this as the featured soundtrack for this blog entry.
This week hasn't been the best, nor was it the worst. It's in the middle. Stuck in the middle, where choices were hanging and feelings were unfelt and words were left unsaid and regrets dominated.
Somehow I decided to let myself slack tonight. I did nothing but eat and watch my drama and had lame Skype calls with some noobs. I'm going home tomorrow, like right after class and I'm feeling really hyped about it. I mean, like finally. I'm going to take advantage of my bed and my parents' information in Biology and the never-ending food in the fridge. And the flat-screen TV on the wall and Astro Beyond and my Kawai piano and all the attention from my family. To be honest, I feel like a princess, everytime I go home. And it's kinda touching. All of a sudden, I get to choose what DVD to watch on Saturday nights and where to go for dinner and I get to skip the dishes and laundry.
Downs were the times you got ignored and take for granted, where reality differed from your expectations, so much that you don't feel like dreaming on anymore, where you stop and think, 'Why am I doing this?'.
Ups were the times people make you laugh and you make them laugh and they still accept you when you're so full of flaws and you feel important, like how important they are to you.
The thing about life this week is that it's so damn unpredictable. It can be candy floss this minute and pickles the next. You fall asleep thinking of unicorns and you wake up to burning hell. They say that's what makes life exciting and worth looking forward to, but I'll really appreciate it if life told me about his plans the night before so I won't wake up feeling hopeful and be disappointed after a couple hours.
Frankly, I have tons to do right now. I have maths and laundry and oranges to finish eating and bags to pack and... It's never going to end. But I'm just too comfortable, sitting here in the air-con room typing away, getting lost in my thoughts.
My blog needs more pictures. Like WAY more. That's for being away from home, being away from that handsome camera which is probably lying all lonely and dusty in that blue box waiting for me to come back for him. I pity that baby... Only if I'm allowed to bring it here. Mom never uses it. Never.
Just today, I was standing in the basketball court staring at the hoop and the sunlight shining through the leaves behind it. I felt so so bad that I didn't have my camera with me. This happens like every single day I swear.
P/s: If you caught me staring motionless at something, I'm probably mentally snapping pictures of it, and thinking on ways to edit them.
I actually had lots to talk about, so much I didn't even know where to start, but then I decided to spare everyone from all the complaints. It's Thursday night! Tonight is suppose to be cheerful, all ready for Friday. :)
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