honeycomb

[methrowrock]

Alas, September has ended. It is time to be woken up, for unimaginative people (a.k.a me) who are akin to paraphrasing an old emo favourite. This preternatural calmness and nonchalance, it should worry me, but it isn't. We will just witness how I crash and burn in the following weeks to come~ Today has been a day of catching with fall tv, what else is new? But the new episodes have left me underwhelmed. HIMYM relies on the same few gags; 2 Broke Girls cashes in (lol!pun) mean-girl-good-girl schtick; Community is smarmy with its self-congratulation and attempts at stinging satires; Glee was... glee-like; New Girl seems to coast entirely on Zooey Deschanel's quirky-clumsy charm. (So adorable though. Especially when she averts her azure gaze and mumbles something incoherent. Or awkward fidgeting in the seat as the sunlight streams upon her mahogany tresses and alabaster skin.. Haha does this make me sound obsessed? Does it!?) Thank goodness for Modern Family and Parks and Recreation! The storylines may not have been as strong, but the characters and relationships are well-established and consistent, making it for delightful half-hours. It is getting harder to watch shows without frowning or clicks of distaste when problematic things are said or insinuated by the characters. And of course, you can enjoy shows without agreeing with the messages they are sending, but the pure joy of loving things wholeheartedly!- that is where the fun is at. And once again, real life is subsumed under reel life. HAHA. I kid. Mostly.

Okay, time to get down the recollection bizniz, because I can and (but) will (not do my work). ucwidt? Gotta stop with the conversations with the self. Anyway, Saturday 24th Sept: training at 5pm, and then, dinner at Clementi, where Mrs Noctis exhibited her plethora of pet-like expressions, falling for profdikool's fantastical tale about arranged marriages >:(, chan-xiong's empirically supported her theory about buses and more. Sunday: waiting for dajie's for half an hour under the hot sun, pulling out hair out over present-picking and leaving it to HJ in the end HAHA, impromptu karaoke session in the car with them both and Meibo on the way to Ricky's party at P-p-pasir Ris. That was really fun, haven't met with Pantages people in too long. And with 10 or 11 of us in an enclosed area, the result is always the same: hearty laughter and guffaws, phototaking with dslrs and pretty polaroids, going high and making noise on nothing but good feelings, teasing with discreet sarcasm, silly antics and outlandish poses. <3 And then, in the early morning, the marshaling of intentions to do 3101, only to be thwarted by a leaky aircon and a shoebox filled with old memories. It was a box stuffed with notes and letters from secondary school, and it just about brought me to tears. All the friendships that were so fresh and vibrant then, they have mostly faded like dying stars, with occasional flares when the odd birthday rolls around. The postcards were signed off by different people- people that I could not remember that I was close to before. Where did the love go to? Maybe it is a dreadful flaw of mine: to collect friends and drift from them. We would exchange notes that grew longer and longer/prettier and prettier, phone calls that remained sprightly in the dead of the night, give chocolates and CDs simply because the other liked it. If this sounds like courtship, well, it isn’t. Things were simply different in an all-girls’ school. You got by with those discreet and intimate bonds that you formed. Chumminess, inside jokes, articulated concern and interest: they were a part and parcel of friendships. I certainly do not regret them, even if I have grown distant from most of them now. Because the past had been enjoyable. And there are always two or three who have been patient enough to accompany me all the way. Not to forget, how conversations seem to fall into place after years of not seeing each other. Maybe that is what I am grappling to hold onto and create right now: university friendships that are/were beautiful, in present and future perfect tense. And once again, I have gone off-tangent in ramblingzzZZz.

Back on-track. Monday 26th Sept: attending 2101!, training after, mustering of determination to conquer a paltry two-paged essay while whining to whomever was unlucky enough to have contacted me that night haha, and finishing it after four hours of mental and emotional torture. Every sentence was trying to squeeze water from a rock, with every word being a scraping into the miniature fissures with one's fingernails, and every full-stop being a gnashing of teeth on hard surface. I do not look forward to next Sunday night... Tuesday: drifting in and out of active consciousness through 2101 tutorial, lunch with Jeff, 3101 lecture, scooting home quickly and turning in early. Wednesday: waking up late for 2212, 3101 tutorial which was dense as usual, but left you with a bubbly satisfaction at having learnt things. Game with SIM in the evening, and that concluded the end of sunig. Thursday: game against SAS. The greatest challenge is not to be spectacular, but to be reliable. To be counted upon, when pushes become shoves. To do what has been done before, and do them well. And encapsulated within this dimension, the trust and confidence bestowed by the team. The thoughts are hardest to bear in the earliest hours, so cue a couple of sleepless nights, and then, reawakened vigour and need for learning. Must and will. Friday, 30th Sept: woke up late for 2210 again (it is the weather, I swear!), 1201 lecture, then ploughing through 2212 readings at the usual spot on clib's sixth floor. The sixth floor is so much more approachable than the fifth, /random. Sports club AGM meeting at 7pm = being laughed at by ACPX for sleepyfaces, collective shuddering at his bad jokes, high-fiving with JTong when The Douche's club wasn't ratified HAHA, sneaky texting with Alice about Ah Boonz birthday cards and washroom visits, hovering near the buffet table in a hulking group, laughing at Tehpeng's sprained butt haha and general catching up with him and JW. Reminded of the times from November to June. K, gotta stop skipping trainings, and be reminded of how it feels after wrapping up, gloves and shinguards-up, that moment of anticipation between action and reaction. After most of the essays are done, of course.

Saturday: busy-busy day. Woke up on time at 9.30am (tears of pride and joy!!!) on Not-Children's-Day and zombie-walked to The Cathay for a morning screening of Crazy, Stupid Love with profdikool. It was surprisingly funny and heartwarming, subtly-written and winsomely-acted. There was a scene which I really liked alot, when Cal was on the outside looking in, and Emily was reaching out towards him. One-sided, or two-sided yet obstructed on one path, or two-sided but unwilling to take it all the way, oh the battles between the head and the heart. And the cast was so charming, I cannot say who I loved most. But a small side of my brain couldn't shut up and resist being a smart-aleck.Of course, the plot was centred on a middle-class Caucasian family unit, that nicely exemplifies the heteronormative lifestyles. Of course, you had to buy products and consume goods to be attractive. Of course, the male perspective and experienced were emphasized.To be fair, there was a transference of power from the American Dream (Gosling and his flashiness) to the American Cream (I couldn't find anything else to rhyme.. Creamy goodness, soft and caring nature? Gosling's 'honesty' afterwards, or ultimate celebration of Cal and his good ole values) that was expected and fulfilled, but unpredictably delivered. Either way, it was really funny and sweet. Kept squawking with laughter throughout teehee. Dragged gessgiku around after the movie, and being the kind person that I am, allowed her to vent pent-up emotions at being bullied on me hahaha. Rushed to meet HJ, YJ, S, and ML at Bugis, before making our way to Hotel Fort Canning for dajie's birthday buffet. Camped out for dimsum and chocolate cakes haha, took photos, witnessed eating monsters, funfun. Went for class after that, which resulted in back and abdominal aches today. D: And then, went for post-sunig gathering after! Stuffed myself silly with food again, especially boojae's heavenly POTATO THINGAMAJIG haha. It was damn fun: wrestling with boojae and heido, which was really an excuse to make profdikool's floor clean and shiny! Laughing at how jaws automatically drop when watching tv in a unique position, rowing an imaginary dual boat on a exercise machine, Mrs Noctis latest fashion trend = FLESH-COLOURED BELTS HAHAHAHA. Witnessing how dapao and xiaopao hide each other's cellphones, and generally, obstructing each other by obstructing themself haha. Bling!shorts and Choobug's incessant eating, contortions and writhing to avoid boojae's rubberband snap, the annoying alarm clock and profdikool's well-calculated ways of watching xxx movies HAHA, non-stop attempts to thwart chan-xiong's game advancement, Noctis baby-mother's hilarious answers, Ulrica's pseudo-running into traffic that scared the beejesus out of Noctis grandbaby-grandma. It was a good day yesterday, from start to end, with good food and good company. And with that, I shall end this. Time for Queen Blair to reappear in my life. xoxo~