The Chips have Fallen
The past 2 weeks has been nothing but stressful. Erratic does not even come close to how dicey my days have been and for a while, I was worrying like a madwoman but well, I guess I am in a lot of ways, mad.
I haven’t exactly been telling people this but with how unreliable good ol’ fate has been, allow me to share.
I am waiting for my student visa from the highnesses of the British Embassy. It’s been closely 2 weeks and still nothing. How this happened is a long story for yet another day (I am clearly not in the reminiscent mood right now so) but it’s Thursday and I don’t know how anymore spontaneous all this is going to get but I am undeniably, royally pissed.
Pissed at the crack-pot system they’re trying to pull. Pissed at people who parade all knowing and all nice yet the interior is such a waste, rotting even. And... Pissed at myself for allowing all of this nonsense to bother me.
To be perfectly honest, I have gotten over the fact that some people are just damn too childish. Their immaturity baffles me and to prove what? That they’re all that and whoever they think isn’t will perish and die a terrible death? How sad, how very, very sad. After all this time, they somehow managed to whip up some incredulous story bull to justify their infantile behavior. It’s a never ending pursuit of “let’s be cool” for them and mind you, what they have digested within their systems is so not good. Not good at all.
All those time now seems a waste. I mean I’m over it, I’m over them but I don’t think things will ever be the same again. They crumbled from within and no matter who much I wanted to pull them out, help them if at all, they were too proud to reach out.
So now begins another chapter in my life, a life with the people who truly loves, cares and appreciates the person that is me. I have shunned them for a while, knowing they’d always be there and now, it’s high time I provide them that same comforting disposition.
Over the past weeks, in my quest to keep my sanity from the eeriness of my visa result gone whacko, I have been put to place by friends. Old friends who still manage to always pick up where we last set off. Friends, who through the years, I know, will still bear the same smiles and give the same warm embraces as they’ve always done.
I am now certain that everyone come in your life for a reason. There are those who will hurt you, cut your heart open, can leave you in your most deplorable state but also, there will always be those who will come and stitch you right back, making you oh so brand new.
I have had my share of those, mostly of the former kind but it is in the few kinds of the latter friends that breathes inspiration within me. I am who I am because of the people who truly understand, love and accept me despite and in spite of everything.
I’ve had next to terrible mistakes in my lifetime but having them around makes me feel that I must have done something right to deserve such friends like them.
I’ve had so much crap and shit in my life but whenever I think of how amazingly supportive my family has been, how sincere my friends were all these years, I can’t help but feel grateful.
May God bless those who have been patient and loving and caring and considerate of me throughout the many battles I’ve had in my life. For the beautiful gifts of your friendship and your blessings of compassion and trust, thank you.
You all know who you are.
I haven’t exactly been telling people this but with how unreliable good ol’ fate has been, allow me to share.
I am waiting for my student visa from the highnesses of the British Embassy. It’s been closely 2 weeks and still nothing. How this happened is a long story for yet another day (I am clearly not in the reminiscent mood right now so) but it’s Thursday and I don’t know how anymore spontaneous all this is going to get but I am undeniably, royally pissed.
Pissed at the crack-pot system they’re trying to pull. Pissed at people who parade all knowing and all nice yet the interior is such a waste, rotting even. And... Pissed at myself for allowing all of this nonsense to bother me.
To be perfectly honest, I have gotten over the fact that some people are just damn too childish. Their immaturity baffles me and to prove what? That they’re all that and whoever they think isn’t will perish and die a terrible death? How sad, how very, very sad. After all this time, they somehow managed to whip up some incredulous story bull to justify their infantile behavior. It’s a never ending pursuit of “let’s be cool” for them and mind you, what they have digested within their systems is so not good. Not good at all.
All those time now seems a waste. I mean I’m over it, I’m over them but I don’t think things will ever be the same again. They crumbled from within and no matter who much I wanted to pull them out, help them if at all, they were too proud to reach out.
So now begins another chapter in my life, a life with the people who truly loves, cares and appreciates the person that is me. I have shunned them for a while, knowing they’d always be there and now, it’s high time I provide them that same comforting disposition.
Over the past weeks, in my quest to keep my sanity from the eeriness of my visa result gone whacko, I have been put to place by friends. Old friends who still manage to always pick up where we last set off. Friends, who through the years, I know, will still bear the same smiles and give the same warm embraces as they’ve always done.
I am now certain that everyone come in your life for a reason. There are those who will hurt you, cut your heart open, can leave you in your most deplorable state but also, there will always be those who will come and stitch you right back, making you oh so brand new.
I have had my share of those, mostly of the former kind but it is in the few kinds of the latter friends that breathes inspiration within me. I am who I am because of the people who truly understand, love and accept me despite and in spite of everything.
I’ve had next to terrible mistakes in my lifetime but having them around makes me feel that I must have done something right to deserve such friends like them.
I’ve had so much crap and shit in my life but whenever I think of how amazingly supportive my family has been, how sincere my friends were all these years, I can’t help but feel grateful.
May God bless those who have been patient and loving and caring and considerate of me throughout the many battles I’ve had in my life. For the beautiful gifts of your friendship and your blessings of compassion and trust, thank you.
You all know who you are.
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