Silence

Silence! Be silent oh my heart!

The sound of a heart breaking is indiscernible in the background noise..

Silence!

Too far are you separated, too many things have changed, too few moments have been shared as too many have been missed out.

Silence! Forget all those moments dear heart. Or it'll be the end of you.

How can you begrudge him for moving on?

And what a great start it is for 2009.

Silence!

I Miss U, IMU

So sue me. It's been less than half a year, I've yet to see snow fall and already I want to go home.

Can't believe I actually even miss IMU. Coz whenever previously anyone asked where I am from I'll tell them I'm (was) studying in the uni which looks remarkably like a refurbished shopping centre.

But at least there's a burger stall and lots of food options near that place, right, unlike here.

And that lecturers there are not so condescending and patronizing, unlike a certain person here (who-shall-remain-unnamed-but-I'm-sure-everyone-knows-who-she-is). I mean seriously, if you guys don't want us here, then why sign the agreement to have twinning students come over in the first place? Then you don't need to exert effort to make them feel so unwanted right?

Gosh, I miss Mr. David, with his dry sense of humour, Prof Yeoh who's like a kindly grandmother, Mr. Benny, with his warped sense of humour, Mr. Mudassir, who'll always say hi whenever we meet him out of class, Dr. Tan who's always ready with a smile, Prof Peter, though we only see him once a sem (if lucky) and many others. Sigh.

Of course this rant doesn't apply to all. Some are very nice, like Ian Towle (who actually remembers our names!) and Sandy Gray (who frequently acknowledges us in his classes).

Or maybe I'm just too used to being a teacher's pet. LOLZ.

I need:
Patience.
Humility.
Peace.
Forgiveness.

I have to be aware of:
Pride.
Anger.
Irritation.
Envy.

AAAAAAAAAAAARGH..... Everything seems to be going wrong. My word programme is typing in Mandarin.. Every time I switch the font back to Calibri, the next letter would be in Mandarin. WTH?? Every little thing sets me off now. People stepping on my bed, people messing with my stuff... Gah. Maybe I should go to bed. Or turn to my faithful Bleach and Naruto fandom. Surely they won't let me down too.... will they?

She has always been told that the harder she held onto the fistful of sand (friendship? love?), the faster it will trickle out of her hands.

She never listens, as she held (clutched) harder and harder, trying to salvage as many of the tiny grains as possible.

Yet, as time passes by, the sands (bonds broken? past forgotten?) keep trickling out - as she stood helpless... helpless to stop the inevitable.

It was never hers to begin with.