I believe in those horoscopes that magazines, newspapers etc write up. There, I said it. That it can be for my benefit is what I realized late September this year. My 2007 horoscope predicted something big would be coming my way which will change the very course of my life. Back then and until 2 weeks ago I was terribly excited that it came true. I'm taking a break from being excited and it shall resume next month. For this month, I have decided to feel sad, occassionally cry and self-deprive.
Late September I got a letter from a University saying that I got a studentship. After 9 rejections, I'll say that I shouted in joy. It's an understatement, but it'll have to suffice for now. Alas, the joy barely lasted. My family and I then went through the tension of how much is this funding for? My father was particularly antsy being that he might have to cough up truck loads of money - again. Poor guy. The little hair on his head refused to remain glued there anymore and we soon started seeing his gray hair strewn about on the couch. However, his nail-biting, tongue-chewing, oversleeping days came to a swift end when the studentship promised to pay me a sufficient amount. Joy began to spill from all corners of my house.
The tension ball was then passed onto me. Visa applications, contacting the Uni, packing, saying my bye's and spending time with my family all had to be done in the span of 4 weeks. It was in the hilt of these activities that a proposal came tapping on my door. Hardly tapping. It came thrashing like a big snowball. After months of shameless desperation, just when I resigned to my unkind Fate, the man of my dreams assertively got an "I will" out of me. He saved me the last shred of dignity by being the one to ask!
So along with the UK rigmarole, there was the whole plotting and planning about my personal life. Interesting angle that; it won't cease to keep me on my toes for the next year. I like that. Little did I know that my horoscope was being serious about my fortunes. For a change.
Late September I got a letter from a University saying that I got a studentship. After 9 rejections, I'll say that I shouted in joy. It's an understatement, but it'll have to suffice for now. Alas, the joy barely lasted. My family and I then went through the tension of how much is this funding for? My father was particularly antsy being that he might have to cough up truck loads of money - again. Poor guy. The little hair on his head refused to remain glued there anymore and we soon started seeing his gray hair strewn about on the couch. However, his nail-biting, tongue-chewing, oversleeping days came to a swift end when the studentship promised to pay me a sufficient amount. Joy began to spill from all corners of my house.
The tension ball was then passed onto me. Visa applications, contacting the Uni, packing, saying my bye's and spending time with my family all had to be done in the span of 4 weeks. It was in the hilt of these activities that a proposal came tapping on my door. Hardly tapping. It came thrashing like a big snowball. After months of shameless desperation, just when I resigned to my unkind Fate, the man of my dreams assertively got an "I will" out of me. He saved me the last shred of dignity by being the one to ask!
So along with the UK rigmarole, there was the whole plotting and planning about my personal life. Interesting angle that; it won't cease to keep me on my toes for the next year. I like that. Little did I know that my horoscope was being serious about my fortunes. For a change.
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