P.S.

A post from a weirdo here.

Never I heard any bad testimony from students who have been to SEP. Ya they said there would be unexpected things, culture shock, homesickness. But never I thought that it would be this bad. I really regret going for SEP. I don't think I am capable of living like this. Ah, I just remembered! I am not capable of doing anything right.

Bitter.

My math is just as poor as my everything else. So I could only list down the costs that I have to pay, too hard for me to put numbers in:
Material costs
Opportunity costs
Emotional costs

I am broke. As in one of The Script's song : 'There's no hole in my shoe but a big hole in my heart.'

I don't know why I am posting this. I don't wish anyone to know how miserable I am. And I am not giving advice to anyone seeking for it. I mean, what kind of advice is this: 'Don't go to SEP if you are that silly.'. Even I wouldn't listen had anyone told me that a year ago.

But this is okay, right? No one reads. No one knows the blog address and no one could read what's hidden in plain sight, no one could read so much hidden between the lines. Only me and my future self, that is, if it exists anyway.

can't see the point of going for exchange program

I'm moving to the brighter side of life.

Have been stuck with few things here, few problems, they are.

But it is during these hard times you get to see how kind people are, how they would get out of their way to help.

Therefore I am thankful for everything, grateful of everything, especially for one particular thing.

Snowdrops and daffodils
butterflies and bees
sailboats and fishermen
things of the sea
wishing-wells
wedding bells
early morning dew
all kinds of everything remind me of you

Seagulls and aeroplanes
things of the sky
winds that go howlin'
breezes that sigh
city sights
neon lights
grey skies or blue
all kinds of everything remind me of you

Summertime
wintertime
spring and autumn too
Monday
Tuesday every day
I think of you.
Dances
romances
things of the night

sunshine and holidays
postcards to write
Budding trees
autumn leaves
a snowflake or two
all kinds of everything remind me of you.

Summertime
wintertime
spring and autumn too
seasons will never change
the way that I love you.

Dances
romances
things of the night
sunshine and holidays
postcards to write
Budding trees
autumn leaves
a snowflake or two
all kinds of everything remind me of you.


What a lovey song.. I can't get enough of this. The singer is Dana White, a Catholic Irish, which makes me love her even more. Her voice is so serene and sweet. It literally reminds me of how beautiful life is, all the good things and memories, all the love and care. Alright then, this shall be my emergency kit when emo-ness attack.

..all kinds of everything, remind me of you..

I seem to devalue the song every time I try to sing along.

I still wish to sing this to someone, tho..

Maybe someday.

Well, although not as good

:)

It is a miserable corner you push yourself into when your biggest source of joy is making others happy.

You'd better find another job, unfunny clown.