Gone are the dissertation days. No more 3 hours-sleep; no more late night binging; no more canned food/instant noodles. 1 more assignment, 2 more exams and then I’m stress free!
I was woken up at 4 am in the morning, nature’s call ah. Ha-ha! And I couldn’t get back to sleep after that so I went for a jog at 6 in the morning, I needed to get some thoughts outta my mind. Too bad I had to come home early, it started to drizzle and the 11˚C wind spin my head right round right round when you go down when you go down down.
There, quayside. I moved so this place’s 10 minutes away from my new nest. The famous river stretching along Newcastle Upon tyne, lovely isn’t it? :) (Note: Pic taken 2 years ago hence the sunset)
Alright peeps, gotta start my 1500-words antibody assignment which is due in less than 24 hours.
So I’ve decided to un-privatized my blog. I’m a woman with hormones. Figure that out Hah!
Life’s been good. I moved and got a job. Ask me out for a cuppa coffee for more updates ;) I love being busy, it keeps me busy wtf
I’m back people, coz I love you guys enough to want to let you know how I’m doing especially when I’m across mountain across sea (过山过海) apart from you all.
I’m sorry for the lack of updates. It has been only a while yet it feels so long. This never-ending torture called life.I’m still trying to catch a breath under these piling journals and lab practical. Life cannot be any less dramatic. Sometimes I feel like screaming and crying out loud (plus banging), just like my neighbor who torments me mentally by doing so almost everyday. I’m sort of affected, got woken up a couple of times at 8 am (when I have to wake up at 8.40 am for my 9.30 am class. Annoying, no?). I’m not complaining, overall she’s nice to me. One day she asked, Vivian, do you think my life will turn out fine? That drained my brain juice, her issues with parents and a cheating boyfriend. Life.
Aside from that, the issue with my landlords- the priest and the lady chaplain is yet another pain in the ass. We just realized our parents cannot stay here when they come for our graduation (Why? Because he doesn’t like it; just like that). He doesn’t care whether your parents are from outside of Britain, that the folks know no shits bout here or whether they are fluent in English or not. What else can be done? He just doesn’t like our parents here. Speaking of which, I read a psychology site and it says this is probably guilt talking. To summarize the lengthy story, he cheated Melanie’s (Malaysian friend) £100 deposit. Since then, he never stopped picking bones from an egg (Chinese proverb). I’ve always asked God Why? Why among all places you put me in a chaplaincy to learn hypocrisy and racism? And then I realized, it is His way of teaching me how to be graceful, even to those whose knowledge in bible is 10 folds of mine, to those who frequent the holy place as much as I frequent the kitchen for food. He has His way; I just need to keep having faith. Mel’s right, never lose your ground and your beliefs.
And then there's bits of here and chunks of there. I'm sinking into depression. :(
The weather’s been crazy. I went for a jog the other day when it was 10 ˚C. It was lovely. No worries no nothings. The only thing I could feel was my pounding heart, nothing else. I felt so much alive.
On the other note, if a relationship started with hurting others, your relationship will never last. NEVER.
I'm privatizing my blog for some personal reasons.
So leave me a comment if you want to be added to the list. Or you could also drop me an email at v_viantan@hotmail.com if you secretly love me and you're too shy.
1. Watch the breathtaking aurora borealis 2. Swim with a dolphin/s 3. Travel around the world 4. Get a tattoo on ankle (Like Pink’s!) 5. Adopt a husky 6. Be a forensic scientist
