The Escapism

How do I come up with this right? I’m not too overwhelmed with sadness, I’m not happy either. Okay, let me try to get this thing out of my mixed mind.

“The news which I have for you are mixed. You are one of some 50 particularly well qualified candidates which we interviewed. I am afraid that your application was not amongst those chosen for immediate admission. However, we have decided to place you on our waiting list…” bla bla bla…

Yep. That’s the result I got from the MBS. They only provide 25 places, and I’m out of them.

Fifie said there might be a chance and being positive  
My brother said it’s okay
My dad said, they’re just being polite about the waiting list thing

Anyway, this does good for me. It brings out the better side of me.

Let’s talk about something else.

Dad and I went to the bookstore. He didn’t buy anything, while I bought a pencil (not exactly like Mr. Pencil), I think they stop producing it. I bought a book, an autobiography of Sidney Sheldon, The Other Side of Me. A very interesting reading, as soon as I stopped calming the situation and took a bath, I sat down and started reading until chapter 12. I will blog about it exclusively one day when I finish reading and am in the mood

Ok, moving on…

Yay!!! 

I got the news from my brother on Monday afternoon. He called me on the phone and right away I could sense from his tone that everything was allright. My documents are already there (at the immigration office), it was all only a mis-spelled last name. Precisely not misspelled, but misspaced. All we have to do now is just wait again, they said that the officer that’s supposed to handle the documents was just back in the office on that very same day. Thank God I didn’t mess around with my trust in Him and screwed my life around. The only thing I realized, I’ve still so many things to learn.

Now, it’s another thing.

Tomorrow I’m facing a telephone interview scheduled for me in the afternoon by the MBS. I’m not afraid, but still, I’m nervous of course (what do you expect? I’m not a goddess).

Anyway, 

I promised dad to take him to the bookstore on Thursday. He wants to buy some tools for his violin. I need to buy a mechanic-pencil like no other, since the one I’d been using was missing yesterday I’m afraid I left it at the dentist, or I must have dropped it somewhere. I can’t believe I’m feeling such a loss upon a mechanic-pencil. It’s a rare pencil, and it belongs belonged to dad, and he doesn’t know I lost it. I terribly need it for doing my exercises, the pencil was so cool that it doesn’t break easily and can be sharpened by its cap. And yes, I’m not a student, I don’t draw, I’m not an architect, but I need that pencil, and I don’t want another kind of pencil. Ok, ok, I’ll stop!

After coming home from the dentist, I slept over at Fifie’s house on Saturday night and talked until 3.30 AM (Dena joined later on). I talked to her about how I felt that God has done something wonderful in my life then listened to her story at work. I wasn’t quite sure that I could be of any help for her, but I made sure that I really listened to her and didn’t miss a thing.

I wasn’t supposed to sleep that late. On Sunday after church, I had migraine and as we went home in the evening, I puked in the car. At home, I puked again several times. At 12.30 finally the migraine decreased and I slept, dreamless. A good sleep me had.

My brother said he would go to the immigration in Berlin to check on my visa this morning, and would act on several procedures if necessary. Let’s just see, if God wants him to go, then he shall go. If not, he shall not go.

I promised to go to the dentist again this evening, but I’m not sure. I think I still have to go as I have promised. I’ll be all right soon.

Early in the morning I went to drive kukuh and Fifie’s mom to the immigration office, they needed to have their pictures taken and interviewed. Everything went well and in a couple of days, kukuh will have her passport ready
I’d finished the poster and delivered it to the workplace right away as kukuh was waiting for her turn and got back right in time as she finished the interview.

I heard a ’shocking’ news concerning my visa last night. For a moment I felt hopeless and pissed off, but then I realized, this is my WoW moment (walking on water).
Normally, I couldn’t sleep, but last night, I slept and drooled successfully. The ‘giant’ is getting smaller and smaller in my sight, I’m not afraid. It’s strange that the ’shocking’ thing appeared, but my heart finds its peace.

Yep, I took Benji to the vet as I promised myself. Of course I didn’t go alone, went with Dad. Benji isn’t a car-dog type, remembering that today was his second time travelling in a car, both were to the vet. So, dad got impatient, I can tell you. But then we arrived at the animal hospital and finally Benji got his first complete vaccine in five years of his life. It was funny to see him barking at a dog 10 times his size, and hurt his own gum til it’s bleeding. The vet was very helpful, and he warned me that Benji isn’t allowed to be bathed or play with water for a week. Ok then, another job was completed.

The rest of the story, I’m still hangin’ on here and still have the same hope for tomorrow. I won’t give up. Anyway, that’s the kind of attitude that I must develop if I want to live somewhere in a foreign country.