Buzz-buzz! Busy as a Bee!
Since my life kinda fell apart earlier this month, I've been loading myself with more crap that I've ever handled since the third grade.
THIRD GRADE you asked?
Well yes! My wonderful and loving mum (and no! I'm not being sarcastic at all *ahem*) has put me to work ever since I could remember. Monday - Wednesday - Friday was English. Piano lessons were either Tuesday or Thursday. Painting lessons were Mondays, I think? Somehow I also remembered playing basketball at least once a week (and me dreading the experience because I pretty much sucked). And of course there was Chinese lessons every Saturday night with "Lao Tse" (notice that I really said it with distaste).
So as a teenager, my social life was pretty much nonexistent. My close friends (Buls, In?) could pretty much attested to this. At times I would look forlornly at them taking off to the mall to watch a movie or grab a bite. Other times I would simply be green with envy, scribing tons and tons of Chinese characters on my notebook, wondering how to write the word "bitch" instead of "Lao Tse".
But anyways, that was then and this is now. As I said before, my life took an unexpected turn and I figured it's time to explore the uncharted. Juggling between jazzercise, kickboxing, kickball, and metal jewelry take some work. I'm booked from Monday to Thursday. I thought about volleyball but coming home with unbelievably huge bruises on my arms made me have second thoughts. And Noah second that after looking at my feeble arms.
Weekends are times for roadtrips. I have been going to DC, and am hoping to make it a habit. Luckily I have friends who will take me under their wings. I could pretty much choose and pick where I want to stay for the night; the possibilities are just endless!
Of course all these don't really make the loneliness disappear. It's always there, nagging, at the back of my head. More often than not I wished it would just fade away. But then, it makes you remember all the good times and the wonderful experiences that you had before. And considering that these last 2.5 years were the happiest years of my life, I don't think I want to trade them away.
So no, I'm not running. I'm just trying to make the best possible outcome out of a not so great situation. And being busy is the simplest way to do it.
THIRD GRADE you asked?
Well yes! My wonderful and loving mum (and no! I'm not being sarcastic at all *ahem*) has put me to work ever since I could remember. Monday - Wednesday - Friday was English. Piano lessons were either Tuesday or Thursday. Painting lessons were Mondays, I think? Somehow I also remembered playing basketball at least once a week (and me dreading the experience because I pretty much sucked). And of course there was Chinese lessons every Saturday night with "Lao Tse" (notice that I really said it with distaste).
So as a teenager, my social life was pretty much nonexistent. My close friends (Buls, In?) could pretty much attested to this. At times I would look forlornly at them taking off to the mall to watch a movie or grab a bite. Other times I would simply be green with envy, scribing tons and tons of Chinese characters on my notebook, wondering how to write the word "bitch" instead of "Lao Tse".
But anyways, that was then and this is now. As I said before, my life took an unexpected turn and I figured it's time to explore the uncharted. Juggling between jazzercise, kickboxing, kickball, and metal jewelry take some work. I'm booked from Monday to Thursday. I thought about volleyball but coming home with unbelievably huge bruises on my arms made me have second thoughts. And Noah second that after looking at my feeble arms.
Weekends are times for roadtrips. I have been going to DC, and am hoping to make it a habit. Luckily I have friends who will take me under their wings. I could pretty much choose and pick where I want to stay for the night; the possibilities are just endless!
Of course all these don't really make the loneliness disappear. It's always there, nagging, at the back of my head. More often than not I wished it would just fade away. But then, it makes you remember all the good times and the wonderful experiences that you had before. And considering that these last 2.5 years were the happiest years of my life, I don't think I want to trade them away.
So no, I'm not running. I'm just trying to make the best possible outcome out of a not so great situation. And being busy is the simplest way to do it.
posted by Prilla @ 2:51 PM
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