:: Through the rain September 22, 2008Posted by Minci 先生 in Everyday Life.
“If God brings you to it, He’ll bring you through it”
With Ramadhan coming to an end and Syawal drawing near, I’m more concerned about my life events after Eid. Even my new baju kurung and fake eyelashes is not helping. In less than 2 weeks after that, I’d be whisked away to god-knows-where for an induction course and from what I’ve read in blogs so far, a few days after that.. I’d be on my first rotation. huwarghh.. cuaknya.. dapat mana nih??
Already Im having insomniac moments. Lately, ive been waking up at 2AM, only to force myself to sleep again so I could wake up for sahur at 0415hrs. Urgh. Life no fun lah like this. I should stop doing this fast-forward thinking. Its like when Im at the shopping mall, instead of having my eyes set on the store in front of my eyes or on the same floor, my gaze would melilau ke kedai yang tingkat atas sekali tuh hahhhh.. Have to remind myself – live the moment. Relax.
Like MJ, I’ve also received my temporary registration letter as a medical practitioner. I guess this also means I have to behave online. No skimpy outfits or bikini profile photos on social network. (ha ha.. as if). Must not lick my friends in public. (miahaha) No unnecessary condemning. Responsible writing and honest journalism if I were to write on something serious. Wajar berakhlak. Wajib berdisiplin. Angelic mode. Aummm..
Maybe its time to go back to keeping 2 separate journals. One on paper and one on bytes. I’ve stopped writing in diaries for quite a while and as a result my life has been slightly transparent to some of my friends online. Not that I mind.. for those who have access to password protected entries are trusted ones. Its just that I find life is getting so complicated with time that my thought processes are too quick to be put down in writing. Maybe I should call a hotline for serabut people. Huhu. In the end I feel frustrated because I havent fully expressed what I needed to. So hopefully on paper, I could scribble of what may look like non-artistic squibbles but would mean something when I come back to reflect on them.
whooohh.. kawaii journal hunting..😛
urgh. working life will be like the STF experience. Alone at a strange place. Starting as an individual at the end of the food chain. Bound to the rules. That anxiety of making new friends, living with strangers and standing on my two little feet again. Little access to the internet for personal stuff.
I really hope that God will bring me through.