light the wick
Nov. 7th, 2011 05:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
methrowrockIt was a noisy night, just the way that I had remembered it. There was a palpable boisterousness in the atmosphere. Such days were a dime a dozen before, but when it happens now, it sure is worth its weight in gold. Because when you grow up, you grow taller and begin to see the tens and hundreds of paths sprawling away from your little cottage-house, like lava trails flanking the sunken caldera. You realise how fortuitous it was to be incarnated in this very time, this very place. Maybe it is the internalisation of PAP's policies that posit families as the building blocks of society (that readings love to critique as manipulations by our paternalistic state blah blah), but such nights were meant to be carefully folded in lily-scented handkerchiefs, to be unwrapped and sighed over when the night-time blues swashes in. Prior annoyances at forgoing a nice dinner with a subsequent karaoke session (my only ticket to late nights out, the blasphemy!) quickly dissipated, when it was three of us at the dining table, making fun of each other and comparing the sizes of our bloated bellies. Reigning champion speaking, thank ayou very amuchy. Then, the brother and the parents crowded around, drawn by the hub-bub. We moved on to Catherine, the crazily difficult and mentally exhausting game that Gus loves to play. Efforts at sabotaging, pulling blocks here, cat-fights between the characters there, ostentatious celebrating inyerface everywhere, outsmarting sometimes, doing stupid things other times- it is always nice to laugh to tears and have your stomach hurt and cheeks ache from mirthful vibrations. Moved on to watching shows after, and hence, complementary snacking habits + synchronised swooning over Blaine from Glee + musing about Phil resembling somebody that we know. The sun nearly rose by the time we slept, but anything for old times right? Sunday afternoon, that was when things settled back into its well-worn pattern, so adieu adieu, and tucking away of the hanky into the corner of the warmest pillow. It will be another two months? Hmm. I wonder how next year is going to pan out.
But no need to think so far into the future now. Finals are around the corner, in a fortnight's time. Mountains of readings are still waiting to be dog-eared, revision notes for all five modules have not been done, 2101 assignment due by Tuesday: the do-list is as long and as unchecked as ever. I don't remember much of the past two weeks. It was mostly a haze of feverish early mornings, self-belittlement, and unbroken chains of frowns. Past Tuesday, things got better though. 8 hours of school on 0 hours of sleep was a feat never to be repeated, of course. Wednesday, 2nd of November, was a relaxing contrast. 2212 lecture, followed by lunch with the wynsome Wyn. It was good to see her, what with the usual nose-scrunching guffaws, joking (I think) jibes at me being gross, and utmost laziness despite staying in hall. Haha. Dinner with M-is-HER-Name, Choobug, profdikool, Chan-xiong, and HW, followed by studying IN DA HOUZE, otherwise known as Chinese library. Chan-xiong's apparent discomfort with the deathly quiet of the library was so funny ahha. Quite a productive couple of hours though. Thursday was the friendly against the AUS U17 team. Hmm. Gotta keep it together. Friday, 2210 lecture, 1201 lecture, a reading before heading home with M-I-H-N. Saturday, game against Middle Rangers, which was nerve-wracking, to say the least, and the mistakes glare brightly with hindsight. But, more than ever, I will hunt those exclamation marks down. Then today, RUNNING MAN TIME. Two glorious episodes of lolol and roflmao. Forgot how fun and exciting it is. Did a couple of readings, but the expressions of Kang Gary are clearer to me, than the concepts haha. I guess my life is really monochromatic, "with some grey", as kindly supplied by profdikool. But it is okay for a few more weeks. Gotta get off my butt and bury my nose in readings... tomorrow. Promise. For now, good night. Maybe it is the wistful twee-tunes of Youth Lagoon, but I am quite certain that I won't dream of vengeful, flesh-eating zombies and car chases tonight. Phew.
But no need to think so far into the future now. Finals are around the corner, in a fortnight's time. Mountains of readings are still waiting to be dog-eared, revision notes for all five modules have not been done, 2101 assignment due by Tuesday: the do-list is as long and as unchecked as ever. I don't remember much of the past two weeks. It was mostly a haze of feverish early mornings, self-belittlement, and unbroken chains of frowns. Past Tuesday, things got better though. 8 hours of school on 0 hours of sleep was a feat never to be repeated, of course. Wednesday, 2nd of November, was a relaxing contrast. 2212 lecture, followed by lunch with the wynsome Wyn. It was good to see her, what with the usual nose-scrunching guffaws, joking (I think) jibes at me being gross, and utmost laziness despite staying in hall. Haha. Dinner with M-is-HER-Name, Choobug, profdikool, Chan-xiong, and HW, followed by studying IN DA HOUZE, otherwise known as Chinese library. Chan-xiong's apparent discomfort with the deathly quiet of the library was so funny ahha. Quite a productive couple of hours though. Thursday was the friendly against the AUS U17 team. Hmm. Gotta keep it together. Friday, 2210 lecture, 1201 lecture, a reading before heading home with M-I-H-N. Saturday, game against Middle Rangers, which was nerve-wracking, to say the least, and the mistakes glare brightly with hindsight. But, more than ever, I will hunt those exclamation marks down. Then today, RUNNING MAN TIME. Two glorious episodes of lolol and roflmao. Forgot how fun and exciting it is. Did a couple of readings, but the expressions of Kang Gary are clearer to me, than the concepts haha. I guess my life is really monochromatic, "with some grey", as kindly supplied by profdikool. But it is okay for a few more weeks. Gotta get off my butt and bury my nose in readings... tomorrow. Promise. For now, good night. Maybe it is the wistful twee-tunes of Youth Lagoon, but I am quite certain that I won't dream of vengeful, flesh-eating zombies and car chases tonight. Phew.
