Me and Waiting and I am Pissed off!

Here I am waiting, and waiting is never listed as my favorite word.

If it was, perhaps I wouldn't be flying solo... Perhaps, I would be travelling hand in hand with someone whom I liked but had made me wait... Perhaps, I would tolerate anyone who moved on slower phase than me... Perhaps, I would take my time doing nothing and enjoy my vacation...Perhaps, I wouldn't be here waiting...

But waiting in fact is the verb that I've tried to avoid. That, and being in uncertainty. Those would catch me off-guard and make me unhappy.

When you make people wait and if it is because of your own bad time management, it shows disrespect.

Yes tons of excuses I've heard. The rubber time culture, the-infinite-traffic-jam, etc etc.

Well how about trying this alternative, consider about all possibilities before you leave including "traffic jam, late trains" shits, calculate the time, and leave accordingly...

Waiting for 2 hours? How does it make you feel?

NO GOOD! Perhaps start valuing other people's time would be an alternative?

Walking through the rain

It is raining outside and it has always been raining every night lately...As I am writing this, I see how the rain describes some current events in my life: sometimes it soothes me but there are many times when I wish I'd just stay home.

It could be your frenemies indeed.

And just like the rain, you can't really stop some events in your life to occur... They are inevitable, regardless how painful they are to you.

Life, you can't just choose to get in and out anytime you want...

"What doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger"

This I remind myself everyday...

You need ridiculously big faith... But sometimes you find yourself wondering, "Really? Can I make it through the rain?" and when you seek around, you don't find any signs.

Worse, your necessary faith takes time to be found...

Your eyes seemed to be immune regardless how desperately you want to cry. You listen to your own words repeating every wisdoms you have heard, but somehow they all just sound strange.

It is like you're there but your soul is no where close.

When this happened, one could only beg that Alloh didn't trust her enough to go through this alone, she needed HIM more than anything.