yeay!

Well thankfully and to my greatest delight, I have finally finished my physiology!!
It wasn't what I was expecting, but whether I scraped or flew high, it matters not as in the end: "it's history baby!".

Made a few decisions while waiting anxiously for the result. I am seriously going to organise my life according to priorities. I need to spend more time reading up, and generally studying more.
Finishing all the exams, certainly brightens up the rest of my life :p

I caught up with some correspondence, which I have been stalling for a while now. Still have a few more to write, but at least the backlog is slowly clearing up.

Perhaps better days are ahead, I don't know but sure hope so.

Rice and confetti time again.

It seems that everyone is keen on tying the proverbial knot this year. From cousins, friends, and even acquaintances.

I was mildly upset at having to miss another wedding this year, yet one more that shall take place in Canada. I suppose I won't understand the attraction of that country till I visit it.
I wish all the couples an lifetime of happiness.

Cannot help be a little jealous that they have found their lifemates, and I am still "looking". Technically I am not looking, which is probably why I haven't found mine yet. I am hoping for either divine intervention or for motherly intervention, whichever is the quickest.

Well, it's been snowing, very persistently. I'm starting to thing that mother nature has probably forgotten that the 21st of March is Srping.

Musings...

Thursday’s Child
Monday’s child is fair of face
Tuesday’s child is full of grace
Wednesday’s child is full of woe
Thursday’s child has far to go
Friday’s child is loving and giving
Saturday’s child works hard for a living
But the child that is born on the Sabbath day's bonny and blithe, and good, and gay
-- Mother Goose Nursery Rhyme

Indeed, as a Thursday's child myself I can safely say that I have gone very far from where I began, and still have miles to go before I reach that safe haven I dream of.

It is horrible rhyme, which should never be taught to children. Yet so many nursery rhymes are of that kind, bloody, rude or plain depressing.

"If you juuuuuuuuuuuuust believe, just believe, just believe" croons the Radio.
Believe from the "Polar Express".

truly if I just believe would it happen? Would my safe haven wait for me?
Who knows!

"unchain my heart, ...'cos you don't care about me... unchain my heart ...Baby set me free..Baby let me go" from the film , "Ray"
If only I could!

Well since I last posted not much has changed, I have yet to turn into Nicole Kidman, still looking like Danny de Vito.
Studies have become a tedious bore, although potentially they should be far more interesting this semester. I suppose mother would say that my heart simply wasn't in it anymore. I truly should start to organise my thoughts and my life would probably fall into place.

Well something has changed since I last wrote. Bitter and sweet, yet so painfully real. Words fail me at this point, and perhaps I am far too superstitious to even mention it, in case nothing comes of it. Somedays, I am so certain of it, yet they are times when I am besieged by questions. I have decided to wait, only time and patience will be of any help.
What scared me the most is that, although I am close to my mother, I do not and never have wished so much to talk to her about it. It highlights in my heart the seriousness of my emotions, yet caution forbids me to act upon any of my insane thoughts.
let time fly, Oh Lord. Let it fly as fast as the fluttering wings of a butterfly.


que sera sera