I strode out of that battle, physically drained and mentally exhausted.
Yet a little triumphant. I prevailed, again.
God has blessed women with excellent tolerance - something I learnt particularly well today.
It was startlingly horrible. Halfway through the paper, it corrupted my thinking process. For times I could even envision myself abandoning the paper and speed right for home.
I walked out of the school, yet I did not feel like stepping on solid grounds. I tried to smile back at the familiar faces smiling at me, bidding goodbye for the day. Yet I knew, I looked nothing like smiling. More like wincing.
The sight of my bed was heavenly. Still, it did little to alleviate the pain.
I wailed, I screamed. But the world beyond my door heard silence.
I was, in fact, alone.
Fatigued, I stopped, and lay still. The silence was menacing enough.
My mind was emptied of everything except for one - the pain. All I did, all I could do, was to lay there while waiting for it to ease.
It was stubborn; it was malicious. It tried my tolerance, time and again.
I must have passed out, succumbed to its trials. Yet I arose, fresh and victorious.
~It was the most horrible cramps ever.~
Natural disaster greeted Indonesia yesterday with a shake. Not a hand shake but an earth shake. Tremors were felt as far as Thailand even, according to a report. And yes, it was of course felt in the very hostel I reside in.
I was half lying on my bed, backed against the wall, and reluctantly flipping my Bio notes when my legs(which were crossed) suddenly swayed. It caught my attention, and I stared at my own legs moving against my will. They swayed even more. I thought I was SO WEAK that I even swayed with the wind. Must the exam manace, I thought.
It was until I went down to pass Tawan her calculator that I realized, that it wasn't at all because of my ill health! Throngs of crowds gathered at the ground floor of the hostel. Something about crowds fascinates me always - you don't have to talk to any of them, just stay around, and you'll be able to pick up the cause of anxiety real fast. The news broadcaster's voice on Channel News Asia was booming across the ground floor TV lounge, frequently articulating words like earthquake, Indonesia, Bengkulu etc.
Natural disaster has taken its course again. Man, when faced with such forces of nature, seem so insignificant notwithstanding his boast of scientific and technological progress. Despite much infrastructure being put in place, a shake from the base of the sea sent all of them crumbling to their feets. Man can only make sure of his survival as far as possible, but nothing can be done to deter such menacing forces from testing Man's resilience.
Two big news made it to the headlines today. One is our neighbour's plight, another is Shinzo Abe's resignation. As sudden as the former, the latter surprised me quite a lot. And believe me, I wasn't in favour of his resignation, despite his 'scrambled priority' and the scandals in his cabinet. I believe he was clean enough.
But this is politics. This is democracy. The opposition party gained support of the majority and increased their influence in the Upper House. So more voiceboxes naturally mean louder volume. However, despite his final decision to resign, people still criticized him. Give him a break, man. He is a man after all, not a deity, therefore to err is only being human.
I think he is a man who deserves my respect, although I don't quite like the idea of him succumbing to pressures around him. Then again, what else can he possibly do, with an avalanche of pressures from the opposition and a vacuum of support from his people? What he did was brave, that is, to step onto the stage, give a remarkable resignation speech(in my opinion, still entails his intention of winning some people over), and step down and make a dignified exit.
I wonder if I'll ever look up on any other Japan Prime Minister the way I look up on Abe(in his last public presence, of course).
