hostelite.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
i'm a certified one now :)
sitting right outside my room, my laptop perched on the table where the phone line is.. it's been centuries since dialup was used. so weird and awkward. meaningless wire attached to the left of the laptop. day before yesterday was first day. weirded out was. girls swarming around. everywhere. never lived with anyone my age. and now, got 12 other people to live with. wow. my roomie's a jan. the hostel's fine. i like the food so far.. something abt the air makes me hungry like i havent been in a long time. and last night, i fell asleep at 11. fatigued. haven't slept like that in a long time.
everything's fine and yet not so fine.
i don't know. why is it that i end up hurting people whilst people end up hurting me? why can't it be reciprocal happiness, not sorrow.
the endless trips in a red car with comfy, comfy sofalike seats and bandannas on the wall glowing in utlra violet light. an enormous black bean bag which could moonlight as a bed and the huge, huge two piped sheesha. hiding behind curtains and rushing to the computer acting nonchalant. oh, and how can i forget the endless trips to kda extension. heh. someone fell in love with me. :)
happiness is a relative term.
so is commitment.
not sorrow however.
sorrow is absolute.
what makes everything a little better is the fact that i have the car to myself for the next ten days while bhaiyya and bhabi are in iran and that i will finally get the purple room with an entire wall covered with mirror that ive beenf antasizing about for a long, long, long, long time. been years. and it will finally become reality. and nearer and nearer is the time coming.. not more than 15 days away when i'll get the 6680 and soon, soon after that.. my gun metallic cuore insha`Allah.
All dreams coming true all of a sudden, alhamdulAllah.
but the sheer overwhelmingness still overshadows.
the sting of the bandaid rip will take years to wear off.
sitting right outside my room, my laptop perched on the table where the phone line is.. it's been centuries since dialup was used. so weird and awkward. meaningless wire attached to the left of the laptop. day before yesterday was first day. weirded out was. girls swarming around. everywhere. never lived with anyone my age. and now, got 12 other people to live with. wow. my roomie's a jan. the hostel's fine. i like the food so far.. something abt the air makes me hungry like i havent been in a long time. and last night, i fell asleep at 11. fatigued. haven't slept like that in a long time.
everything's fine and yet not so fine.
i don't know. why is it that i end up hurting people whilst people end up hurting me? why can't it be reciprocal happiness, not sorrow.
the endless trips in a red car with comfy, comfy sofalike seats and bandannas on the wall glowing in utlra violet light. an enormous black bean bag which could moonlight as a bed and the huge, huge two piped sheesha. hiding behind curtains and rushing to the computer acting nonchalant. oh, and how can i forget the endless trips to kda extension. heh. someone fell in love with me. :)
happiness is a relative term.
so is commitment.
not sorrow however.
sorrow is absolute.
what makes everything a little better is the fact that i have the car to myself for the next ten days while bhaiyya and bhabi are in iran and that i will finally get the purple room with an entire wall covered with mirror that ive beenf antasizing about for a long, long, long, long time. been years. and it will finally become reality. and nearer and nearer is the time coming.. not more than 15 days away when i'll get the 6680 and soon, soon after that.. my gun metallic cuore insha`Allah.
All dreams coming true all of a sudden, alhamdulAllah.
but the sheer overwhelmingness still overshadows.
the sting of the bandaid rip will take years to wear off.
posted by sheandher338 @ 7:45 PM
