A shoulder to rely on / 3:36 PM

A shoulder to rely on
Song of the moment: Vi Har, Vi Har - Veronica Maggio,

(this entry is going to take me forever to produce...considering the thoughts formulating in my head, the people I am communicating with from back at home, and the surrounding, and me procrastinating and idling on this task. I just need more time...)

Vi har inte tid med sånt här nåt mer
Brukar dom säga som om tid var en ägodel
Som om livet var ett tärningsspel
Där man satsar lite tid, för att vinna lite tid

[Part 1]

In exactly a week's time, I will be leaving Jönköping. Whether for good or not, it is still undecided. At this point.

Much has been said and discussed, and plans made in the air with no concrete support.

Much has been whined about, revealed, talked about, but reality comes a-looming, still.

For what it is worth, I guess it's my path for real this time. It has always been, but the presence of peers and company who are on the same kind of trail of their own never made me feel alone.

But at this juncture, this point of this whole exchange experience, I guess I am alone and I have to take control of my own time and planning, and with what I want to do.

One by one, peers are leaving this town. Some to do their travels around Europe first, some to fly back home straight, some have graduated and will not be coming back. For me, the day I leave this town will also symbolise the leaving of that love interest that resides within.

Of all the memories, the partying, the socialising, the travelling, nothing tops the issues of the heart. And despite being at a constant delusion that I know this will not last, I can't fool myself that you have been a major part of this whole thing.


[Part 2]

I look forward to going back.

I look forward to being in the safety net of my family again, being in the arms of my girlfriends and being back to my circle of trust.

I look forward to seeing my sister's radiant face as she embraces me in her arms at the airport. I look forward to seeing her adorable little babies running around on their cute little feet. I look forward to walking into my humble abode, breathing in the aromatic smell of home-cooked local food by my stepmum.

With so much that has happened, I want to sit down and hear all about them, from my Dad to my brother to my brother-in-law to Lia. I want to serenade in the sun with my girlfriends sipping Starbucks and sharing each other's stories of adventures and misadventures during the semester. I want to hear all about it.

And then...when the girlfriends here of mine...

[Part 3]

If you are a book, you keep me turning your pages.

But for now, I am inspired for a book. Let's do this, Neemo Supremo.

A shoulder to rely on / 3:36 PM

A shoulder to rely on
Song of the moment: Vi Har, Vi Har - Veronica Maggio,

(this entry is going to take me forever to produce...considering the thoughts formulating in my head, the people I am communicating with from back at home, and the surrounding, and me procrastinating and idling on this task. I just need more time...)

Vi har inte tid med sånt här nåt mer
Brukar dom säga som om tid var en ägodel
Som om livet var ett tärningsspel
Där man satsar lite tid, för att vinna lite tid

[Part 1]

In exactly a week's time, I will be leaving Jönköping. Whether for good or not, it is still undecided. At this point.

Much has been said and discussed, and plans made in the air with no concrete support.

Much has been whined about, revealed, talked about, but reality comes a-looming, still.

For what it is worth, I guess it's my path for real this time. It has always been, but the presence of peers and company who are on the same kind of trail of their own never made me feel alone.

But at this juncture, this point of this whole exchange experience, I guess I am alone and I have to take control of my own time and planning, and with what I want to do.

One by one, peers are leaving this town. Some to do their travels around Europe first, some to fly back home straight, some have graduated and will not be coming back. For me, the day I leave this town will also symbolise the leaving of that love interest that resides within.

Of all the memories, the partying, the socialising, the travelling, nothing tops the issues of the heart. And despite being at a constant delusion that I know this will not last, I can't fool myself that you have been a major part of this whole thing.


[Part 2]

I look forward to going back.

I look forward to being in the safety net of my family again, being in the arms of my girlfriends and being back to my circle of trust.

I look forward to seeing my sister's radiant face as she embraces me in her arms at the airport. I look forward to seeing her adorable little babies running around on their cute little feet. I look forward to walking into my humble abode, breathing in the aromatic smell of home-cooked local food by my stepmum.

With so much that has happened, I want to sit down and hear all about them, from my Dad to my brother to my brother-in-law to Lia. I want to serenade in the sun with my girlfriends sipping Starbucks and sharing each other's stories of adventures and misadventures during the semester. I want to hear all about it.

And then...when the girlfriends here of mine...

[Part 3]

If you are a book, you keep me turning your pages.

But for now, I am inspired for a book. Let's do this, Neemo Supremo.