The mind involuntarily turns to home, to family, friends, the scenes, the smell, the sticky warmth of our Malaysian air.
Bye!!
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~Almost 20 days later~
I'm awake at 3.28am because I most definitely not cleverly downed a cup of espresso at 10pm.
FYI, coffee works very well on me, unlike you people out there who'd like to brag at every opportunity about your immunity to caffeine.
(To Zahirah, sorry I couldn't come for your open house... and here's just an update of what's going down in Leeds)
Went through my job training and the actual thing with the University of Leeds's International Welcome Team. Yes, it's SUPPOSED to be spelt Leeds's bozo. The job was energy-sapping, very, but I enjoyed every bit of it despite my complaints about the boring airport shift. I did actually manage to entertain myself with a little creativity and Douglas Adams's books during those nothing-to-do hours at Leeds Bradford International.
Anywho, the job was really satisfying and I hope to do it again next year :). On the house front, it's not looking too good. My room's still pretty much in a state of disarray despite the earlier half-efforts today. The warm water stops flowing after 10-ish every night, the drying machine isn't drying properly and I just found out that we'll have someone extra living in the flat for the whole year. Wohoo.
MASSoc's been keeping me busy.
Yes, hitting a brick wall trying to get the message across the table about the righteousness of being sensitive. It really pains me to see how something I'm so passionate about walk achingly slow towards an ugly end.
Yes, my chances of becoming a tour guide's assistant's assistant just went up in flames with that wonderful performance on Saturday, making the most interesting building in the city of Leeds sound like the nondescript shop down the street that sells... what does it sell again?
Yes, I started to relax after an intense 2weeks just to realize that I have been too busy to actually feel depressed about many things. Now that I'm finally making an effort to not make an effort, I see my messy room for what it is, not a room filled with all the wonderful things i've amassed since I got here last year; I see now a messy room that- probably from the eyes of a normal person- represents the inadequate organization skills I possess.
You know how shit happens? Well, it's happening in abundance right now. I hope the garbage collectors in Leeds would stop their strike and come help me clean up the poo surrounding me right now. Thank you.
