on my mind
Jan. 22nd, 2011 06:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
methrowrockIt seems like a phase that rolls around every few months in coal-fired trains that belch out noxious and black vaporous mushrooms. This selective retreat, this prolonged withdrawal, this seclusion in delusions. It was Week 2 or 3 last semester as well. Pathetic, really. It fills me with self-disgust and self-hatred. Not the best of days, yet not the worst of them either. Maybe what I need is a good run, or an invigorating training, to clear my head. But it would be best if I cleared the backlog of readings first. It is so easy to muddle up or squint half-blind at my priorities. Remembering the love for certain subjects and disciplines is much harder than it sounds. Head over heart, it is time to flip some switches and shift them gears. Some things are better to be left as euchromatic strands of disparate and disjointed thoughts, floating intangible and unknowable, staining lightly upon the blueprint of the mind. Don't think; do. I should recite that mantra more often. Maybe it would actually work that way.
So Week 2 has quite unkindly sauntered off with nary a concern for our well-being. Monday was FPD lecture, muay thai training, staying up till the wee hours getting high with Jia En and Mark. Tuesday was MCF lecture, then rushing to Singapore Museum for the Pompeii exhibition with the first Jia En I knew haha. Had a good three hours with her, oogling, exclaiming, fangirling, complaining, bitching. Then, Fight G training with JE and M again, and funny conversations in Starbucks. Wednesday was SC and IR, then notes-printing, because I (want to be) guai like that. Thursday was an extremely wonderful day. Met the Pantages crew at Sentosa in the afternoon for some birthday celebrating, touring and camwhoring in Underwater World, more crazy picture-taking on a dusk-drenched empty beach, wild shrieking upon the chairlift and Luge, and wolfish feeding at Toast Box. I missed each and everyone of them so much. It felt so right yesterday: laughing at mispronunciations and clumsiness, exclaiming loudly and lengthily at many things like noisy tourists, making fun of and being made fun of; it felt like home. I really hope that I can work there during the holidays too. Ahh. Friday was quite a letdown though. Staying up till 10am to finish Secret Garden and starting on The Woman Who Still Wants To Marry was the stupidest thing that I could have done. Yet, I do it time and again. Ventured out of the house for training, and pretty soon, I was back, before the laptop, readings untouched. I need to make better use of my time.
As it turns out, I am really a hipster (a wannabe hipster? or heaven forbid, a self-aware wannabe hipster who really doesn't know what a hipster is!?) who likes to post vague images about journeys and road-trips and SPONTANEITY! and edvantures and spells lyke a tw1t 2 m0ck a tw1t and listens to The XX and THE undisputed electro-space-synth-something-band Crystal Castles. It is who I am, okay?? Nobody understands me!!, so I turn to my sick Dr Dre headphones (I wish) for solace. Hahaha painful half-truths are easier to wash down with some mambo-jambo rambling. Okay, all I wanted to do was to elongate the post, so yeah, job done. Doodeedoo, I should get to sleep. It's the lack of sleep, I swear! Here is some lovely Miss Peggy Olson to make up for the embarrassment that is my existence.
So Week 2 has quite unkindly sauntered off with nary a concern for our well-being. Monday was FPD lecture, muay thai training, staying up till the wee hours getting high with Jia En and Mark. Tuesday was MCF lecture, then rushing to Singapore Museum for the Pompeii exhibition with the first Jia En I knew haha. Had a good three hours with her, oogling, exclaiming, fangirling, complaining, bitching. Then, Fight G training with JE and M again, and funny conversations in Starbucks. Wednesday was SC and IR, then notes-printing, because I (want to be) guai like that. Thursday was an extremely wonderful day. Met the Pantages crew at Sentosa in the afternoon for some birthday celebrating, touring and camwhoring in Underwater World, more crazy picture-taking on a dusk-drenched empty beach, wild shrieking upon the chairlift and Luge, and wolfish feeding at Toast Box. I missed each and everyone of them so much. It felt so right yesterday: laughing at mispronunciations and clumsiness, exclaiming loudly and lengthily at many things like noisy tourists, making fun of and being made fun of; it felt like home. I really hope that I can work there during the holidays too. Ahh. Friday was quite a letdown though. Staying up till 10am to finish Secret Garden and starting on The Woman Who Still Wants To Marry was the stupidest thing that I could have done. Yet, I do it time and again. Ventured out of the house for training, and pretty soon, I was back, before the laptop, readings untouched. I need to make better use of my time.
As it turns out, I am really a hipster (a wannabe hipster? or heaven forbid, a self-aware wannabe hipster who really doesn't know what a hipster is!?) who likes to post vague images about journeys and road-trips and SPONTANEITY! and edvantures and spells lyke a tw1t 2 m0ck a tw1t and listens to The XX and THE undisputed electro-space-synth-something-band Crystal Castles. It is who I am, okay?? Nobody understands me!!, so I turn to my sick Dr Dre headphones (I wish) for solace. Hahaha painful half-truths are easier to wash down with some mambo-jambo rambling. Okay, all I wanted to do was to elongate the post, so yeah, job done. Doodeedoo, I should get to sleep. It's the lack of sleep, I swear! Here is some lovely Miss Peggy Olson to make up for the embarrassment that is my existence.
