The Limit To Your Love

I began to like The Feist. Its what influences Yuna and Estrella. 

Today, I am safely back in the pathetic zone of the heavenly comfort of my room back in campus. As much I love to hate where I am now, I believe it has its special balance in it. And best of all I am no longer the odd lone ranger and back as the regular social butterfly as how Sheesha would describe me as. Bless the lovely girl now who is in Beijing and so much I miss having Ikea Swedish Meatballs with her on monthly basis. We talk so much about good ol' days in Egypt back in 05/06 and now when I have something random to talk to its rather hard to find the right person to go for.

As I was talking to an old dear friend, I began to confess how much I started to resent my passion of voluntherapy. Its what have been going on upon coming home from Egypt and has never stopped until recently when I decided to take an emergency shut down from all such activities. It has come to my thought that I feel taken for granted, having to sacrifice so much of money and time as well as friends and family doing what I thought I enjoyed so much; pleasing bunch of ungrateful pieces of useless selfish pricks. So much of hard work no longer feel being paid off well even the satisfaction at the end was the only thing I seek for. 

I loved it, because I gained so much even unconsciously especially the part where I feel that I gained more self confident and ability to speak in public. Or maybe its just that I no longer could click with most because of other reasons?

I don't know, I really don't.

Its tiring, and I miss my families. Especially the one in Cairo, the ones in Tulsa and definitely the one in Prince of Wales Island.