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.

Yes, its a bloody 25% Denim Voucher for Topman

Fly.fm came to college, and I won a bunch of goodies but not the Topman thumbdrive. I took the file from another chick who got it. And its legal to distribute it, I assure you. 

Love me now, and go shopping later. Get me some skinny jeans, if you want to!

Uncontrollable

Topshop/Topman Student Lock-In

20% on regular items, not much I know but still good enough. 

Queue - imagine Confession of a Shopaholic; the part where there was "Sample Sale". It was that too many of people, students obviously since it was a Student Sale which supposed to start 6pm onwards. 

And I was the first in the line of the super long queue. 

Wake Up

..could be New York, maybe Hollywood and Vine. London, Paris maybe Tokyo...

Aaachhoooo.

=(

Rock Me In

I have no idea and inspiration on what to blog and thus I am using current song playing on my iTunes as my title. At present, I am waiting for tomorrow which is the day where I will be taking my result from the previous semester exam. Its amazing how time has passed without one even noticing how empty the kookie jar has been and it has been an experience to live the life I have now.

In the beginning I wrote somewhere how much of trouble I had adjusting in these new arena whereby a good ol'matey Sheesha keep saying how much of a social butterfly I am. However, reality hits hard and I realized how much of difference there is in the world here. The crowd isn't the same, the joke are mostly understood differently and the diversity is even awfully unbalanced. Nevertheless, I began to like it even more towards the end of my first semester, the lecturers (some) and the people. 

I belong to no clan nor clique ever, since the day I started to join the institutions for destruction of my intelligence. Yes, I quote a friend of mine saying; "I was born smart, but education ruined me".

I have been taking a really long break from the society that has been labeled on my forehead, or more or less my ultimate identity of my existence. It has been what I have been doing the past years since I turned 16, and upon coming home from Obamaland (was unfortunately Bushland, but YAY now-sounds better right?). I love every moment of it, of which is known now as voluntherapy, according to CLEO. Catchy, is it not?

My experiences with it taught me so much about just everything from knowing the other races in this country to the point I could experience by living with them, to the point where I would be critical against discrimination, stereotyping and prejudice. Also, it has taught me to love my country even more as well to hate it even more at the same time. Well, we blame the hating towards the disputed dysfunctional political hoo-haas but we love how people understand and tolerate one another until today. Nevermind the racist bitches, they are whores who has no exposure how co-existence is useful and made Bolehland such a perfect place to live in. Not perfect in every way considering how screwed up the Komuter Tanah Boleh has been nor how crime has invaded and murdered our loved ones but I believe this land has been blessed by Lord. 

How come we are so blessed? Look at the cars we drive. Then, compare it with the salary we earn. So, think about it. And look at how prosperous the people could shop even how bad Bear Stearn and Lehman Brothers collapsed. We are surviving. 

It has come to my attention that I am very bad in organizing my life and my room which frequently looks like a ship has sank and left the cargo floating on the floor. I believe I deserve a proper bookshelves to stuff everything there. Yes, I love books and read them. Magazines are my worse reading-guilty pleasure. They have pretty-ful images, see. When I moved into this room in the campus here, I only brought a large black luggage. I now worry that when I have to move next time, I might require a truck. 

I shall stop writing nonsense of the night and think of something productive to do, perhaps laundry which unfortunately I do not have coins to proceed with. 

Note:

After posting this entry, I have realized how long I have not written because I could see the inconsistent amount of each paragraphs. I am dry, out of ideas. Inspiration, I beg you to come back!