Waiting

How much time in our lives are spent waiting? Be it waiting for a friend to turn up for the date, waiting for that perfect job, waiting for the holidays etc. Seconds turn into minutes, minutes into hours, hours into days, days into months, months into years.

I too am waiting for MOH to call for that interview, waiting to go to Flinders where I enter another phase of my life--uni education. Sometimes, the wait can kill me...Yes, there are alot of things in life that I look forward and the wait, at times, kills me..But when the event comes and goes, I will look back and say,"Wow! That was fast!" I wish time would standstill at those lovely moments and not tick by so fast.

Time by Lindsay B.

My worst enemy

Controlling all that I wish I could control

Taking my worst moments

and making them longer

More painful

Your icy grip numbing my body

Until I give in

You give me no choice but to move on

Forget the pool of the past

The cool blue waters

That I could drown in so easily

Leap into the forest of the future

Never knowing which way to turn

In this unfamiliar maze

It all seems so simple to you

Simple like the rhythmic tick of

Your loyal clocks that surround me

Faithful Reminders

Of time lost and time wasted

The good moments melt quickly

Like chocolate in the palm of my hand

Sweet while it’s there, but vanishing too soon

Leaving only on a brown stain on my hand

And you expect me to be grateful

You speed up without notice

And I forget That time is passing

And these moments will soon be behind me

Joining the slideshow of my past

And the shadows of where I once was

But still I fall for your promises

Every time

Convincing myself that I’ll remember

All the memories I have created

And then I’ll always be young

I think I can defy you

And live in a moment

Forever

Your infinite ocean of memories

Recedes when I need it most

I struggle for something to hold on to

but you pull it out from right under me

Leaving me drowning in quicksand

You tempt me

With your flash backs

You haunt me

With reality

Recently, I have been losing sleep at night when my mind is raging with thoughts, thinking whether or not I'll receive the MOH scholarship. Call me a DSW (Desparado Scholarship Wannabe), but I don't care!!! At times, I think to myself, in what ways am I inferior to my JC counterparts? They may have taken the route most often tread but polytechnic students are also not that bad. Give us a chance and we can perform. Afterall, we are equipped with skills and are taught in-depth with regards to the area of our dipolma.

Dear Lord, I pray and ask that I will soon receive a call or a letter or an email from MOH telling me the good or bad news. At least, an indication whether I will or will not be granted the scholarship. In Jesus' name I pray, Amen.