Up up and away

I missed my cat a lot,

and i was constantly worrying about him.

What IF my mum doesn't feed him well?



My friend once said, IF is a very dangerous word.

and believe me, it's true.

Looks like i was worrying over nothing. This time i'm sure it's not his fur, cause i could see his fats jingling from side to side while he walked. Looks like his appetite improved after i left.

AH, cats will be cats.

Random.

I haven’t updated for quite some time.
And for some reason, words don’t come as easily as they used to.

I had classes up to six today.
And it was boring with a capital B.
No, it was boring with caps lock.
BORING!
I don’t see the relevance of studying principles of economics to my life.
Not for now, maybe I will later.

There was an exhibition of clubs and societies being held in the main hall today.
I joined two clubs.
History club. (Don’t even ask why)
And a club about astrology, I like stars and stuff.

In these past few days,
I got lost in my campus once.
Somebody mistook me for a female ghost once.
Saw an accident happen and later got to know that my friend was involved.
Played pool and made a fool out of myself.

I am so bored that I might just jump into the pool anytime, but i won't cause i am lame.
Or climb up to the eighth floor by stairs and jump down and repeat it a thousand times.

Up and about.

It has been nearly two weeks...
And I still don’t quite know my way around.
Well, that’s not surprising.

Just got back from the pool side,
What was so enjoyable?
Throw in...
A tablespoon of moonlight,
A toss of fresh breeze,
A pinch of star dust,
A glass of nonsensical conversation,
Bottles of giggles,
Stir them in,
And wallah,
A barrel filled with satisfaction.

Will it be a beginning to a beautiful friendship?
I think so, very much indeed.

Goodnight fellow fairies and elves,
I’m off to wonderland.

Happy papa's day!

Its my papa's day today.
The best way to describe my papa would be like this,
If i could write an essay about how great he is,
i would have too much to write.
If i could write an essay about how bad he is,
i would have too little to write.
That's about it.

And guess what people,
IM IN LOVE!!!

Nah, im kidding.
Class starts tomorrow.
And i have a feeling it's gonna be pretty insane.
The system is totally alien to me.
Everything is in short forms.
It's like living in military.
People, sarah needs to be spoon fed.
No i repeat sarah needs to be bottle fed.
Cause she's totally dependant on other people.

That's only a quarter true. Hopefully.
I'm growing, and that's part of life.
Life is fun, i get to experience lots of stuff.
And i have only experienced like, let's say, 2 out of 10 what life can offer,
So there's a whole lot more out there.
So i got to live longer.
I haven't tried sky diving, bungee jumping, swimming with the sharks, climbing the highest peak.
Gosh, those are extremes.
There are much more simpler things i haven't experience.
That only means i have a long way to go!

The early bird gets the worm.

Yeah.
So classic right that phrase.
And guess what?
It’s actually right.

I get up at FIVE fourty in morning, and it has been two days.
That’s fantabulous!
And I have been sleeping early too.
I’m quite amazed at how quick my body adjusts.
I have had the same sleeping habit for 6 months, sleeping at wee hours in the morning and getting up in the noon; I forgot what breakfast tasted like. Gosh, this sounds so clichéd.
Now finally I’m living a healthy life.
Hmmm..i wonder how long this will last.

The first day of orientation sucked like crazy.
I felt like I was chucked into Mars and was mingling among martians.
I realized that my personality has changed too.
On the first day I was so home sick and I was shedding tears like 24/7.
I was wondering where was the old me.
There stood in front of me a long line of humans and I didn’t bother to make friends at all.
If it was the old me, I would have started ice breaking right away.
I guess people do change.
But this is definitely not for the better, but maybe because there are so many factors involved and I’m virtually leaving home for the first time so I think this change doesn’t count.

I made friends with this great girl named Annie from Sabah and we hang out most of the time since we are from the same group and all that.
She is fun, nice, and happening.

pic: thats annie and me on our ground floor aparment!

PEOPLE FRIENDS PEERS FAMILY, SARAH MISSES YOU ALL DEEPLY!

Sealed with a kiss.

I’m leaving tomorrow.
And I’m leaving with a heavy heart.

So much has happened. I have lived seventeen years and nearly seven months.
My life revolves around my family and friends.
I can’t picture life without them.
I have grown to know them, get close to them and love them.
And now I have to leave and start all over again.

These past few days have been a roller coaster ride mentally.
I don’t know what to expect from now on.
It has been emotionally draining.
My heart aches when it comes to separation.
I weep myself to sleep and there’s nothing else I can do,
Expect to ask from god for strength and composure.

It was an easy decision,
At that time I didn’t have to think twice,
And now that it is time its strange because,
In my heart, I clearly know what I want,
But I don’t know if I made the right choice.
How ironic is that.

But I know what’s holding me back.
It’s me afraid of stepping out of my comfort zone.
It’s me afraid of leaving the ones I love.
It’s me afraid of not knowing what the future brings me.

I have so many wonderful friends who are so thoughtful and loving.
I have such magnificent parents who provide me with everything.
And with all these beautiful people around,
It makes it so much harder to leave.

Thank you everyone I know for making my life so worth living.
And above all this, I thank my ever-providing god.

I had a great day, filled with great food, entertainment, and memories, thanks guys for your company, kind words and gift. :-)

What do you do when everything around you is pitch dark?

What do you do when everything around you is pitch dark and eerily quiet?
Do you go to sleep?
Do you get scared and freeze up?
Do you start thinking of spooky stuff?

I light up a candle and embrace its warmth.

I start looking into my very own reflection in the puddle of hot burning wax.
And suddenly, very suddenly, I am gazing into my future.

I get so exhilarated, anxious and a whole other whirlpool of feelings plays about in my heart.
It captures peeks and glimpses of my up coming life here and there,
Some so clear and loud and some so blur and puzzling.

I must be dreaming. But I wasn’t the only one who seemed to capture the moment; my cat seemed to be as bewitched as me.

Abruptly, I came to my senses.
Why am I even looking into my future?
Wouldn’t my life be so predictable?
And what if I see horrible things, wouldn’t I get scared.
How am I going to live life if I know what my life brings me?
Life is supposed to be unplanned, spontaneous and full of suprises.

SO I blew off my future.

Everything seemed so surreal and pitch dark again.
I just blew off my future, the light of my life.

But I know somewhere else, there is a light shining even brighter than that candle and any other light source.
I may not see it, but I believe it.
And in that light, it holds my past, future and present.
And because I know, I live in content.