a Journey

If it wasn't for the month in Melbourne, I probably would never have worked at all till internship semester next year.

I would never have tried that stint at Coffee Club Express, and have my mum's reiteration of 'butter fingers' come back to haunt me. I would never have realised just how expensive brownies and sandwiches at Coffee Club are, until I realised that eating there would have cost me my day's wages. And I learnt that cheesecakes are very delicate things that should never be moved at all from their trays unless you're very sure of where and how it should look in the display case. Otherwise, you might just have to end up eating 2 slices on your own as lunch and tea. ;) And that walnut decor atop the brownie, don't forget to look out for it as you're arranging the display case. Cos those walnuts, they fall off quite easily. I would know.

Desperation for a faster source of income saw me turn to tuition. I used to be afraid of kids. Actually, I just rather not have had anything to do with them. It was so bad, I once voulnteered to carry the dog whilst someone else carry the child. Anyway, I'm now teacher to a 9, 12 and 13 year old. I think many would actually venture the word 'miracle'. I think I could agree.

If it wasn't for the recent psycho case, I would never have appreciated the fact that my dad waits up for me to return from partying. Having a psycho stalker incident does a lot for you in terms of the relationships you have with people, besides the emo/mental turmoil you initially go through, obviously.

I used to loathe the fact that my dad was waiting up for me (whenever he's in Singapore, that is) whilst I partied cos my conscience nagged at me that he was watching Hindi movies just so he could open the door for me, in case of crazy people who were following me home. My reaction? 'Pa, you're paranoid.'

Today, I say 'Thanks Pa, goodnight.'

My friends have proven their love for me time and again during the initial period when I was scared. I've been sent home by my gurls who went out of their way, just so they knew I was home safe. *hugs* What more could I ask for? Thank you darlings. I've had friends who went home to get the car just so they could send me home at unearthly hours of the morning. *touched* Those who brought me out just to get the load off my mind, who accompanied me through my whining and mood swings, I salute your patience. ;)

If it wasn't for accounting class, I would not have been as determined as I am now, never to screw up my choice of subjects again. I am not skipping any math related class from henceforth, cos, I'd just be digging my own grave. Deep grave. In other words. I'm not so cocky about my 'catch-up' abilites anymore. Accounting has humbled me. I don't want to say I won't ever skip classes again, cos I'm not exactly Saint Sophi*e. But, I'll be trying, for all that it's worth. 

-accounting dunce-

If I didn't make the effort to catch up with so many old friends, I would have a lost a part of me that is essential to keeping me rooted. Re-connecting with all who were abandoned during the past 2 years is so cathartic, uplifting and oddly familiar and unfamiliar all at once. But it isn't disjointment I'm feeling. I'm just visiting to see if I can stay. :) And what really warms me and makes me want to cry (I cry when I'm touched. I think I'm a closet crybaby.) is that I still have a place reserved for me in their lives.