The Attachment that Attached Me Back to the Earth

It's been a very long time since I last blogged. Well, let's just say that I had so much going on that I did not know how to interpret them into words. Whatever which would have been written would have been an understatement. But the bottom line is I have definitely learnt much.

I learnt how to pick myself up again when I completely lost my confidence. Land completely crushed me to the extent that when I went for my obligatory attachment I just did not know how to talk to people anymore. In fact, those chambering students there thought that I was terribly shy. Well, they think so? I suppose a lot of you will be laughing your heads off by now.

But it is true. I finally know how it feels like to be treated second class in the sphere where one used to think they dominate. I understood how people can really work together to make life easier and more lively. It is not about the place, it is about the people that you are with. I knew the importance of keeping one's mouth sealed and one's identity entirely concealed. I loved the adrenaline rush when I was working.

I met lots of great friends while on the attachment. It was nice that for the first time, people took me for what they only see and not judge based on background or what other people has said about me. It is just me, them, and whatever rubbish that was said between us. It was fun pulling each other's hair and legs. I absolutely loved lunch hour breaks and those walks and the jokes that we crack about our work.

And now it is the whirlwind [midsummer] madness of shopping and packing for the UK. I have much to do and will update again if I ever find the right words and expressions to flow from me. Well, I'll have to say that my posts may not be as crazy as it used to be anymore.

Till the next time I do post, I do hope that you are all well.

Bitch Stares

It's amazing how people have different expressions of bitch stares.

I got one today, and it was because I was chatting with her boyfriend.

Come on, it's not like I'm gonna steal him, you need not be so insecure.

Which brings to my realisation that bitch stares are only for insecure people.

Come to think of it, I gave a group of people who stole my table at Sister's Popiah a bloody good bitch stare. Mine eyes bored into their souls and from their facial expressions, I knew that I inflicted sufficient intimidation and condescentment into them.

Good for them. Stupid bitches who do not have integrity to realise that someone has taken the table already.

I seriously hate bitches.

Unfortunately, I think I behave like one too.

Thank God, I still have my parents.

I almost lost both of my parents on Tuesday. My mom had a court hearing and after that they were on the way to pick me up from Uni. A car behind of them was honking because he wanted my dad to go faster. My dad didn't, [thank God] but instead he tried to find a way to switch to the left lane.

Then, all of a sudden, a car from the other side of the road crashed through the divider [about 10 inches high with shrubs], flew in front of my dad, that flying car scratched the side of his car on the side of the road. Thank God the car on the left managed to break in time, and my dad jammed his breaks, but it was not enough to stop the car. My dad's car skidded instead but he just missed the flying car. When the car flew, it brought along leaves and dust from the divider.

If my dad had speeded up when the car honked him, he would not have been able to avoid that car and it would have went straight towards him. The impact would have killed my dad and my mom. Mom was about to drink water just before the car flew past and when my dad jammed his breaks, 3/4 of the water spilled. And, if the car on the left did not stop in time, he would have crashed on that flying car and that flying car would have overturned. It would have been like a scene from Transformers.

It was really God's intervention because in the afternoon when we were driving out of the house, a bus at a t-junction turned into my dad's lane and the bus just missed us. That compelled my mom to ask me to pray for protection.

Besides that, we have been having a lot of mere misses. Instead of my usual crazy driving, for some reason, these days I tend to be slower in reaction. That saved me from a lot of accidents and my senses are getting more sensitive as well. I can almost predict what the other cars/motorbikes are about to do on the road and I always avoid them in time. There was another time when my dad was driving, the car in front suddenly jammed his brakes and my dad missed him by mere inches after braking very hard [and skidded slightly] and he turned the steering quite acutely [until he had a sharp pain on his shoulder].

This reminds me of the time when I was crossing the road in front of the Spoiled Brats School at SS15 when a bus was charging at me at top speed. I managed to jump the last 3 feet of the road into safety.

I have been just plainly grateful lately. Going through the stress of studying Law, running round doing errands , cracking my head and rushing for assignments, reading crazy loads of stuff while preparing for tutorials, and reading textbooks and typing notes. By the grace of God I pulled through everything unscathed.

For the first time, really, thank you, God.