Thought post:
Always wondered how it feels being more than just an option to someone.
And wondered how it feels to be one's priority, or number one.
Always thought if I'd give my 101%, I'd get it too; because "treat others how you wish to be treated".
And thought if 'what goes around comes back around', I'd like to be pampered too.
In this fast-paced world, everybody is busy trying to make a living but have we forgotten about the ones who matter?
The ones who are there to listen, when nothing was going right;
The ones who picked you up, when your world came crashing;
The ones who would laugh at silly things with you at 2am;
The ones who you have been through ups and downs with;
The ones who understands you;
The ones who are willing to sacrifice for you;
The ones who matter.
It's always about the lack of time and personal time that makes it almost impossible to squeeze in a meal;
About putting our plan on hold while you go check and see if nobody else is free;
Maybe just doing some planning so I know you haven't forgotten me but that's it;
Or postponing our plans, just so;
It could also seem like we are always trying to plan something that never kinda happens;
Or that communication is not important just silent calls solve the deal; Perhaps effort does not render rewards.
For a change, I'd like to be more than just a go-to or a backup plan when there is no other choice.
To be that one who despite all odds, will always be the first to call for meal dates.
Or to be that someone who is the first to know when something good or bad happens.
Or just to be that someone who has been missed so dearly that a call to hear my voice is your happy pill.
Or to be that someone that can have your full time and attention when I make myself available.
Or to be that someone who is worth the effort (but highly doubt I'm any worth).
Or maybe, just maybe, I should reciprocate the feelings and action than waiting for it to be reciprocated.
Past 3 months had been some helluva ride and emotional whirlpool for me.
It had its good and its bad but the only thing about being away is that realisation of loss.
Yes, it may have been every teenage's dream to leave the country and to pursue other things or simply to just be in a Western country.
But it is not that simple.
To walk away from the comfort of your home, convenience, familiarity, friends, and family is something that seem plausible, but a few weeks into that leave, it kicks in.
I never understood culture shock because I have been going to different countries (but probably they were mostly Asian countries), until I cam here and live here for 2 months now.
Things started out easy and welcoming until you realise that at times, people do give you that judgemental look for something you've done and you'll be like "What's wrong with it?"
It really is different.
The way people do things, see things, portray themselves and etc.
Even though I am in a very small town with very little happenings, I have this love-hate feeling for it.
At days I'll embrace the peacefulness of the town, and at days I wish there were more things to do.
But with all that's said, this is a good experience nonetheless and one I'll live the most out of it.
So this is just gonna be a post filled with photos. But photos could be deceiving.
2 months and 12 days since arrival:
Departure day
Arrival day and our place
Visiting High Street
Going to London
Embracing the days before school starts
Spending our first Halloween
Lots and lots of eating...
And that's pretty much it. Now, back to rushing assignments and shit. :(
Life of a uni kid is no kid.
xx
{ 23:12 }
Monday, December 21
Thought post:
Always wondered how it feels being more than just an option to someone.
And wondered how it feels to be one's priority, or number one.
Always thought if I'd give my 101%, I'd get it too; because "treat others how you wish to be treated".
And thought if 'what goes around comes back around', I'd like to be pampered too.
In this fast-paced world, everybody is busy trying to make a living but have we forgotten about the ones who matter?
The ones who are there to listen, when nothing was going right;
The ones who picked you up, when your world came crashing;
The ones who would laugh at silly things with you at 2am;
The ones who you have been through ups and downs with;
The ones who understands you;
The ones who are willing to sacrifice for you;
The ones who matter.
It's always about the lack of time and personal time that makes it almost impossible to squeeze in a meal;
About putting our plan on hold while you go check and see if nobody else is free;
Maybe just doing some planning so I know you haven't forgotten me but that's it;
Or postponing our plans, just so;
It could also seem like we are always trying to plan something that never kinda happens;
Or that communication is not important just silent calls solve the deal; Perhaps effort does not render rewards.
For a change, I'd like to be more than just a go-to or a backup plan when there is no other choice.
To be that one who despite all odds, will always be the first to call for meal dates.
Or to be that someone who is the first to know when something good or bad happens.
Or just to be that someone who has been missed so dearly that a call to hear my voice is your happy pill.
Or to be that someone that can have your full time and attention when I make myself available.
Or to be that someone who is worth the effort (but highly doubt I'm any worth).
Or maybe, just maybe, I should reciprocate the feelings and action than waiting for it to be reciprocated.
Past 3 months had been some helluva ride and emotional whirlpool for me.
It had its good and its bad but the only thing about being away is that realisation of loss.
Yes, it may have been every teenage's dream to leave the country and to pursue other things or simply to just be in a Western country.
But it is not that simple.
To walk away from the comfort of your home, convenience, familiarity, friends, and family is something that seem plausible, but a few weeks into that leave, it kicks in.
I never understood culture shock because I have been going to different countries (but probably they were mostly Asian countries), until I cam here and live here for 2 months now.
Things started out easy and welcoming until you realise that at times, people do give you that judgemental look for something you've done and you'll be like "What's wrong with it?"
It really is different.
The way people do things, see things, portray themselves and etc.
Even though I am in a very small town with very little happenings, I have this love-hate feeling for it.
At days I'll embrace the peacefulness of the town, and at days I wish there were more things to do.
But with all that's said, this is a good experience nonetheless and one I'll live the most out of it.
So this is just gonna be a post filled with photos. But photos could be deceiving.
2 months and 12 days since arrival:
Departure day
Arrival day and our place
Visiting High Street
Going to London
Embracing the days before school starts
Spending our first Halloween
Lots and lots of eating...
And that's pretty much it. Now, back to rushing assignments and shit. :(
Life of a uni kid is no kid.
