A less than eventful morning

So i always blog when I'm bored. Well, spent a morning in the bank, reading " tell me where?" while having palpitation, great. Reading while feeling anxious, with accelerated heartbeats, blood surging up the brain, pretty awful I would say.

I will just blog about random things that come into mind.

Since Im reading bout swordfish, hmm..

Well, the beach calms me, with soft sand under my feet, with stars above my head, it's haven on earth. Yet, taking a closer look, it terrifies me. The waves so strong, easily toppling me if I were without support. The corals so intimidating, dark, vengeful almost. The marine life, so purposeful that I feel like an intruder to a life I will never fit into. Snorkelling used to be fun. As years go by, I feel more fear and dread. The only fun now is that I am with company,doing some interesting discoveries. The imbedded fear is there. Seeing corals bleach, perhaps insignificant to many, or blithe? It terrifies me,seeing life seeping away into nothingness. It is silly of me, worried about something so pretty. Don't get me wrong, I go ooh and ahh seeing lively corals tapping away, dancing with the rhythm of the sea. Just sometimes I feel scared. So scuba diving license will have to be put on hold. For some time. Till I conquer this unexplained phobia.

If you want to see me vulnerable, just drop me in a deep pool or sea, where I can't touch the ground. I will cling on to you, let you ferry me around, just desperate for support that is.

Then about adverts.
I spent the night watching deep moving ones from Thailand. Great, the tears flowed. It is amazing how it moved me, considering the clips are usually short yet concise and easily understood. Family values, forgiveness. Inhumane if you don't feel something.

Gratitude too. In all stages of my life, I had guidance from teachers and friends alike. They are a beacon shining in the dark. Whereas I'm a ship sailing in a dark canal. In each stage, every one played a different role. It is stupid, perhaps arrogant of me if I dismiss the efforts of my primary or secondary school teachers. I understand how important they are in shaping and moulding me, I do hope everyone else feel the same. Perhaps they aren't as good as you in the future? But what would anyone be without them in the first place. So thank you, teachers and friends alike. Some people have a sense of entitlement, some humbleness. I will do my best to keep my feet on the ground, head bowed low, to receive any knowledge you guys would want to impart. Why la, so sentimental. Lol. Because I'm leaving soon?

A month to come. I am very very excited!