Life and more

I've not been here enough.

That's just sad. It's like I've allowed myself to be so absorbed into the ups and the not-so-ups of being a student again that I've lost touch with some things; vital things.
Today is Good Friday; a public holiday, and I've decided to come back; to take a good long pause from my pursuit of academic prosperity and just breathe. Breathe.

It feels good to be alive!

The past what...3..4weeks have been packed full!
My grandma's burial was one of the highlights. I actually came freaky close to her coffin. I had earlier freaked out at the thought of seeing her at the lying-in-state; something my 12year old cousin did with such unbelievable ease!

I had never come that close to a dead body. Never.

When I finally did, there was some sort of unexplainable numbness that I felt. I didn't wanna cry, I sure as hell didn't wanna laugh! I was just there, wondering to myself that that, that really was the end of life; just lying there in a coffin, totally oblivious of whether the colours on the outfit you're wearing do actually match.
I talked to her though. I talked to her when I finally had the nerves and liver and tendons and..yea.. to stand beside her alone. I swear it was as though her left eye was twitching.
I told her anyhow that "Grandma, if you, by any chance at all, just open that eye right now, I'm gonna flee!"
Thank goodness she didn't.

The whole burial and stuff did one thing I'm really grateful for. It brought me in sync with reality. The lesson sank more at the dust-to-dust. It's that whatever you do, however way you do it and to whoever you choose to do it to, you're gonna go someday. Go. So why not pay attention and make it count?

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On to other things, I beat a bikeman.

..and no, I've not stopped taking bikes. How can any non-mobile (or is it immobile? *shrugs) rational being not take a bike??!
Seriously!
Ok here's what happened..
I had had a long day and this bike-guy was about to make me add "bike accident" to the list of the day's events. I wasn't about to let it happen. Not ever.
So I spanked him real good from behind. I spanked him so many times I can't even remember the number. Then I told him to stop and I got down.
Oh I felt good...
...and in control. [insert mission impossible soundtrack here]

One more thing.

I wrote my project proposal, literally killed myself to finish it up and submitted.
Never have I received the kind of criticism that I got from my Supervisor. He said I wrote more like a journalist than an Economist and I didn't show him any signs of seriousness.

I almost died. Seriously.

It's just resonating within me that that course probably, really is not for me.
I'm fine now though, and I'm gonna graduate in a couple of months.
*looking forlorn*

I'm out! :D