Uninspired. Sorta.

I'm feeling reaaalllyyy uninspired. Terriibbbllyy uninspired. I'm warning you.. this entry might leave you more uninspired than I am feeling at the moment.

Have sorta left Uni behind. For a while at least. Exams are over. Will I make it? Will I not? - thoughts I'd rather not entertain. for obvious reasons. yeah ok fine. reasons like i'm shit scared. happy? *grumbles*

I miss TH. Yes, I actually do. That sense of freedom. Sense of independence. And sometimes the feelings of hopelessness, dejectedness, nothingness - ha, sometimes one at a time, sometimes ALL at once - all locked up in that room - C208 - with the key promptly dropped into the "keybox". Memories, my memories, safely locked in, windows shut, door sealed close. I remember the days I wake up wanting that extra minute of sleep since my class was just barely 5 min away. What luxury! Or those evenings I'm so darn hungry, I half-run, half-walk to the dining hall which is barely 20 steps from my door (didn't help that the smell of food was always wafting through my open windows). Or those nights I stay up working on never-ending projects, either on my own or with one project-mate or the other - it was in the same room that a truly wonderful project/movie was put together. *wink* The stolen moments I had bonding with my neighbours.. hot chicas those two. The long extended dinners I had with my Anjali and her right-hand woman, sister-in-grime.. the cutie-pie of a Sue!! The pyjama parties.. especially the one with Shi my angel in disguise.. my bitchy, bitching and bitchable other-half (i love you doll!) The almost daily exchanges with the "auntie who cleans up after the nasty ppl from a certain motherland.. poor dear" (words stolen from my neighbour) who is still amazed that I can speak Chinese and ANNOUNCES it to the whole world. The kind Indian guy who let me try the pastries he made either cuz he found me cute or to chase me away.. yeah I still love you babyyy.. and the food you make, oh my!

Other than just the people at TH itself (or rather the ppl I got to know at TH), i learnt so much more about myself, the people I love and I know now for sure really really love me, some friends, both in a good and bad way. TH is the physical embodiment of a truly learning journey - mental and emotional, I should say. It'll be hard for me to think about TH and NOT think about the lessons I learnt, the emotions I felt, the tears I cried, both happy and sad, the hurdles I crossed, the little achievements I made, the setbacks I encountered, the people I became closer to and the people I became more distanced from. See, just so many things. too many.

Thought-bubble:
Every day is a journey. Every moment, an experience; a memory. Hold on to what you can. Throw away, without regret, those moments not worth holding on to - moments where you felt incomprehensible anger, hopelessness, loneliness, hurt, anguish, disappointment- for their nothing but moments; merely momentary. Instead, reflect on the experience and the lessons you learnt from that moment. That makes up a meaningful journey. Your journey.

Oops.. did I say uninspired? Funny what a few minutes of reflection do to us ah? ;)