Its funny. I hear that my university in Alexandria will be closed for 6 months. Its not funny in a ha-ha sense lah. Its just coincidental that just a few days after I've made a *certain* decision, something like this comes along that kind of just supports it. Heck, if anything, the situation actually encourages me go along with said decision.
Not that I was in doubt after making it.
Now, I'm pretty sure a lot of my colleagues (though not for long) are pretty much at a dead end. Contemplating on what to do for six months. I'm certain that a lot are going to be taking part-time jobs, but if I had any say in it, I'd tell most of them to get a friggin' DRIVING LICENSE. I can't understand how you guys are able to live with yourselves mannn.
I cried (literally) when it took about 2-3 months to get my hands on a license. Been wanting it my whole life, and HEY its not long now till I get to scrape off the 'P'. NYEHEH.
So much win.
Back to the topic of a six months 'break', I know very well what I'm going to do yo. First thing's first: Imma head to the gym coz I hadn't exercised (except for morning yoga) for what seems like forevahh. In non-exaggerating words: I hadn't had a decent exercise ever since I returned to Egypt last September.
It doesn't help that my housemates are all stick figures with facial features. It also doesn't help that I almost always have an urge to stuff my face late at night. Ah yessss, the downside to being such a nocturnal being.
Theres a LONG LONG list of things I want need to do once I get home. Thus why I cancelled my initial plan to stay a little while longer in England before heading back home. Well, THAT and the fact that my luggage can only hold so much items, and I'm always tempted to buy the sandwiches they sell in convenient stores here PLUS all the scrumptious looking English pastries.
So what I'm gonna do till my flight, probably on 8th / 9th of February is to do what I have to do with the friend I'm here with, shop some more, and TUH-TAH England! I love you, but you're no comparison to home. Plus, I have a feeling that I'll see more of you in the future.
What I fear I WON'T see in the future are my clothes + shoes in Egypt. You don't even wanna know how sad I get whenever I think about this.
All myyyy lovelylovely clothes PLUS my precious Topshop boots that I bought on my trip to London last November that I only got to wear ONCE, PLUSPLUS my first and most treasured pair of shoes to date: My Doc Martens. Dying a little inside coz I've wanted one for soooo long, so its not even a wee bit funny that it ended up being abandoned. SOBS.
I can only hope that my house in Alexandria is safe. From anything and EVERYTHING. So at one uncertain point in life (preferably in a foreseeable future), I can return to Egypt, hug all my clothes, and safely evacuate them to Malaysia so they can meet their new friends / family members AKA the new clothes I am planning to accumulate to overcome the depression I face from separation from said clothes in Egypt.
And once I get home I'll MAKE SURE to blog about my trip. Not that anyone cares, but yeah. Aren't blogs pretentious like that? LOL.
Okay bye now coz Imma watch the old episodes of the Goguma couple, and I'm gonna love it coz I have a thing for awkwardness.
P/S: My future husband simply CANNOT snore in his sleep. No, no, I'm not stating a fact.
See, I'm a pretty light sleeper, that you don't even have to even lay a finger on me to wake me up. Just open the door to my room. Heck you don't even have to open it all the way. Just turn the knob, and you can be certain that 99% of the time, I would already be awake. My roommate at my house in Egypt / any roommate I've had for that matter just need to be getting up from their bed in order for me to wake up. I have that. The strange ability to sense the smallest of movement in my sleep. -_____-"
And that's MOVEMENT. Sounds lagi la wey. Why do I mention this all a sudden? Coz I spent half a night awake here coz of their snoring.
The way I see it, if my husband snores, the two most probable outcomes would be:
(A) We will sleep in separate rooms. He can sleep on the bed, and I, on the couch. I don't even care. I'll sleep in the kitchen if I have to. I wanna sleep also la wey!
(B) I'll be on the news coz I've apparently smothered my own husband to death with a pillow. I'm certain that one point in our marriage life, this is going to happen. Coz I distinctly remember placing a pillow on top my sister's face back when she had a sinus problem and she snored like mad. -____-"
P/S 2: Lets see if you understand the relation between Hey Monday and this post.
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