Limbo
Although the schooling semester has long since ended, my routine timetable has still not found its footing yet. The many late nights, and bouts of activities has put a stop to all things routine and typical. Instead, there now only spur-of-the-moment decisions and action. I am not complaining though it is quite tiring.
However, things are starting to slow down now. I have to begin my real packing. Yet, I have not finalised my visa. The offer letter has been long time in coming and it still has not arrived. Mails after mails...phone calls after phone calls....this is beginning to sound like my hair-raising, skin-tearing drama with the bloodsuckers from corporate hell, TM Net.
I hope things will get sorted out soon...or else I would have to postpone my flight...which will inevitably cost more money and trouble.
On a different note, I am glad to have met friends over the past few weeks. Truly, life is not worth living alone (and although there are moments when I enjoy being alone, there are times best spent with those that you care and love). Mark Twain said thus: Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.
May the Force be with you!
However, things are starting to slow down now. I have to begin my real packing. Yet, I have not finalised my visa. The offer letter has been long time in coming and it still has not arrived. Mails after mails...phone calls after phone calls....this is beginning to sound like my hair-raising, skin-tearing drama with the bloodsuckers from corporate hell, TM Net.
I hope things will get sorted out soon...or else I would have to postpone my flight...which will inevitably cost more money and trouble.
On a different note, I am glad to have met friends over the past few weeks. Truly, life is not worth living alone (and although there are moments when I enjoy being alone, there are times best spent with those that you care and love). Mark Twain said thus: Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.
May the Force be with you!
And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years. - Abe Lincoln
