Amelia’s Destiny.
This word.. when uttered sometimes sounds absolutely absurd. People go on and on about fate, luck, DESTINY..
And today i will tell you what mine has been in the last 3 days, and how i’ve manipulated it to my good. Not it’s own.
Tuesday. Math examination in the day. But the early morning before.. Someone passed away. A large dose of regret first thing when i woke up. I heard her on the phone talking about a funeral..and i knew. And i kept it welled inside, because i didn’t want her to cry any more. Little did anyone know, i cried to myself to a couple of times. Tuesday night, we rushed down to Malacca to be with him and his father. 2+ am before i could sleep. After crying myself tired.
Wednesday. Woke up early and went to college. Did a bit of Economics before i went with her to meet a Korean girl. Sweet. And we had a great time. Got to know her mom and all that. Perfect outing. Then when i was walking home.. some guy decides he wants to take a try at my bag. I hold it tight, and he gets away without it. But only after i’ve had quite a fall, and i’ve called him a pig. 
I panic and run home.. and then when i’m all calmed down i realise i’m hurting everywhere. And i’ve probably hurt a large proportion of my back. I spend the rest of the day hobbling.. and trying to study for the exam next day.
Thursday morning. My mom decides she can’t go down for his funeral because i need to be sent to college. So i’m feeling bad and i just HATE studying and end up being online and watching the idiot-box. I hate my condition and i wished i felt better. Then the afternoon comes.. and i get to college. 13 minutes before i’m reminding someone to bring in his exam docket and realise i didn’t bring my own. The sweet guy tells me i have to go get mine.. in the rain. So i do. I get all soaked with people being absolutely sweet 
. I sit for the exam soaking wet, with even a squish in my shoes for an added effect. The sweet guy offers me his sweater once, but i’m all wet so i said no. Told you he was sweet!
Evening comes, and she tells me he wants us at a party. I’m like, no way. I’m going out with my parents. Ironically, they’ve announced that petrol prices are up rm0.86 by midnight, and EVERYONE decides to get a grab at cheaper petrol, and mom doesn’t want to go out anymore. So i settle with some weird cake and hot coffee before dad and i make it home.
And this morning.. i wake up still achey and all that.. and he decides to be an idiot and throw a tantrum. Sigh.
All this while my love is away. I miss Macs SO!
But guess what? The only tears i’ve cried are of for a dead man. None more. Jesus has given me so much strength, and i’m taking it all in with a smile. Eventful, not depressing. Hard, but i’m not resigning. I cannot change stuff, but i can mould myself to be ready for more than this.
SO people, call me out for a drink! Exams are over and i need some entertainment. As if 3 days hasn’t been enough.
2nd, 3rd, 4th June 2008, I love you!