Cleaning in progress

"Do not disturb", that's the words I put on my face by the time I rummage across my old stuffs as well as my luggage. There are too many things to be reorganized and yet to be done till this day. I need a plan, a well laid out plan to carry out this top most difficult task. Cleaning - the last thing I want to do on earth, most of the time being able to find excuses to pull myself out of this troublesome work. Cleaning simply means trouble to me. A big big trouble that I would avoid at any chance.

However, there is no longer any excuse for me as the date on the calendar turns blue indicating holidays. Errr.... where to start? This question keep on popping in my head for a long while until I could pinpoint the first thing to clean -- my desk. Haha... my desk, covered with pile of dusk and messed up. My very first step - Categorizing the wanted and unwanted stuffs. In the end, I dispose nearly half of my stuffs which equally likely makes 3 bags fulled of rubbishes ended up in trashcan. Throw, throw, throw. Everything not in use just throw cause I have no place to keep them while more is coming. So, 1 day spent!

Next, my lecture notes and tutorials and books. I tag them nicely and label them. Aren't I tidy??? Not so messy as I am claimed to be, my friends! I arrange them nicely too! Can't believe I can make it seriously.

Next thing in line would be my wardrobe and my laptop. Oops, don't forget my shoes as well. Everything just perfectly in queue.

Nicely done!!! Thumbs up! Don't you think so?

Prison Break

This morning, I woke up with a loaded head where you could find zero strand of easiness in it. Dark circles under my eyes, dehydrated face, furrowed eyes and an extensive stress look made a hideous me.

This moment, I couldn't find a word to describe the sense of relaxation that ran through the nerves all over my body. The burden was out of my shoulder the second I handled that piece of sheet to the examiner. How glad!!! The exhaustion and tiredness vanished together with the last count of exam time.

A break finally arrived at my doorstep which set me free to the open air. The air is fresher, the wind is soothing and everything has never been felt so right at this time. This is the end of my fifth semester bringing about the beginning of my free days! Taking a deep breath, figure out what I want to do next is exhilarating! Well, I have just hang out with my dear coursemates for supper simply to recharge our all-too-drained system. Everyone wears a big wide smile, all natural and happiness swells.

What's coming up next is yet to be planned...

It has been a long long night. Tonight, I can pretty sure I can sleep well. No more insomnia!
SWEET DREAM~

Swing

It had been quite a long time since the last time I went to a playground. Swing is always my all time favourite. Despite my age, I would still leap onto the swing and swung up to the sky ignoring all the weird staring around me. I enjoyed swinging that much was not due to my childish nature though it existed. It was merely because I very much enjoyed the feel of freedom, eyes locked on the clouds, puzzled into various enormous objects that I could ever imagined. There were plenty of stuffs that I could picture through which I can wear a smile upon. Teddy, pirate ship, polar bear, Mickey, and so much more hanging steadily in the sky until some nasty strong wind altered their shapes into something else. They transformed and kept on changing with time gave me a sense of freedom. They were so far beyond reach, yet I could sense their presence just next to me, with eyelids closed, I could feel them, touch them and even taste them.

Wind, was another element that soothed every inch of my feeling on the swing. It whipped my face, not harshly but gently touched when I swung forward. Like a pendulum, it moved swiftly and smoothly forward and backward so many times that I lost count of it. The wind was the one that accounted for my tangle and messy hair each ride I had taken. My hairs shuffled at the time it shoved right past my straight hairs, making them fluffy on movement. Yes, a new hair style I got from the saloon of nature!

The wind was colder in the starry night. It was calmer than the daylight time. It was a wonderful moment to have a peaceful ride. The sky was tinted with infinite blinking and shining stars, and if I was lucky enough, I would see a glowing moon right besides them, like a mother guarding on her children. While swinging, I felt for once that I could catch them. I stared into the static stars tilted in the dark sky, swinging as hard as I could as to swing all the bad mood away emptying and clearing my little cell of thought. It was my way of throwing and discharging all the stress accumulated in the tiny vessel of mine that could hold no more. Guess the sky is the biggest garbage bin that I have got on earth.

Swing has brought countless joy and fun to me during my childhood. It is still my best company till this day.

Swing - The closest thing I had as flying.