Last week, I received one of the best news in my life: a provisional acceptance letter from Kyushu University in Japan. I was bursting out of my seams! Term starts in October, the Faculty Director said. They would need my answer within the month plus an obligatory interview with the Japanese Government. It was crazy!
I dragged my dad, who was here in the Metro for a visit, to my room, made him sat down on my ergonomic chair, told him to breathe in, and out - just breathe in and out. It was only when my dad got pretty impatient that I directed his attention to the provisional letter of acceptance from the Graduate School of Law's Faculty Director.
1 minute. 2 minutes. (Hey, pops! React already!) 3 minutes. (The letter IS NOT that long!) 4...
And finally, my dad laughed and shook his head. I asked him if he's so proud of me that he can't talk but he laughed at me some more.
We had late-night dessert and he tried to keep me from jumping up and down. This was after I've properly announced the news to the Boy, Nicona (who was with Jenesaisquois - whattahorriblylongandcomplicated name - at that time), 10, Soldier, and GS. (I was pretty pissed since all but the Boy sounded deflated when I told them that no, I wasn't gonna be tying the knot (or rope?) anytime soon but will be pursuing further studies abroad.)
Next morning, pops woke me up at 10 am (which was good because he normally wakes me up at 7 am even during weekends) and asked me if I got to sleep at all. Ha-ha. (I had trouble sleeping since I kept waking up in the middle of the night, wondering what I'd bring and how I'd draft my LL.M thesis. But I wasn't going to admit that to him. No no no.)
My dad went out to go shopping and then - when he was no longer face-to-face with me - texted me saying he's mighty proud. Of me. Yay.
For this, I have to thank Someone who made this all possible. Without him, I couldn't have achieved this. Nothing could've had happened. So, to the Great Architect, thank you from the bottom of my hypothalamus (and, okay, my heart even though you did not really mean for the heart to be capable of that).
I offer you this good song aptly entitled "Thank You" from your other daughter, Dido:
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why
I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be grey,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad
I drank too much last night, got bills to pay,
my head just feels in pain
I missed the bus and there'll be hell today,
I'm late for work again
And even if I'm there, they'll all imply
that I might not last the day
And then you call me and it's not so bad,
it's not so bad and
I want to thank you
for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you
is having the best day of my life
Push the door, I'm home at last
and I'm soaking through and through
Then you hand me a towel
and all I see is you
And even if my house falls down,
I wouldn't have a clue
Because you're near me and
I want to thank you
for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you
is having the best day of my life
I dragged my dad, who was here in the Metro for a visit, to my room, made him sat down on my ergonomic chair, told him to breathe in, and out - just breathe in and out. It was only when my dad got pretty impatient that I directed his attention to the provisional letter of acceptance from the Graduate School of Law's Faculty Director.
1 minute. 2 minutes. (Hey, pops! React already!) 3 minutes. (The letter IS NOT that long!) 4...
And finally, my dad laughed and shook his head. I asked him if he's so proud of me that he can't talk but he laughed at me some more.
We had late-night dessert and he tried to keep me from jumping up and down. This was after I've properly announced the news to the Boy, Nicona (who was with Jenesaisquois - whattahorriblylongandcomplicated name - at that time), 10, Soldier, and GS. (I was pretty pissed since all but the Boy sounded deflated when I told them that no, I wasn't gonna be tying the knot (or rope?) anytime soon but will be pursuing further studies abroad.)
Next morning, pops woke me up at 10 am (which was good because he normally wakes me up at 7 am even during weekends) and asked me if I got to sleep at all. Ha-ha. (I had trouble sleeping since I kept waking up in the middle of the night, wondering what I'd bring and how I'd draft my LL.M thesis. But I wasn't going to admit that to him. No no no.)
My dad went out to go shopping and then - when he was no longer face-to-face with me - texted me saying he's mighty proud. Of me. Yay.
For this, I have to thank Someone who made this all possible. Without him, I couldn't have achieved this. Nothing could've had happened. So, to the Great Architect, thank you from the bottom of my hypothalamus (and, okay, my heart even though you did not really mean for the heart to be capable of that).
I offer you this good song aptly entitled "Thank You" from your other daughter, Dido:
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why
I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be grey,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad
I drank too much last night, got bills to pay,
my head just feels in pain
I missed the bus and there'll be hell today,
I'm late for work again
And even if I'm there, they'll all imply
that I might not last the day
And then you call me and it's not so bad,
it's not so bad and
I want to thank you
for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you
is having the best day of my life
Push the door, I'm home at last
and I'm soaking through and through
Then you hand me a towel
and all I see is you
And even if my house falls down,
I wouldn't have a clue
Because you're near me and
I want to thank you
for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you
is having the best day of my life
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