The Pursuit of Capital Letters

I believe if there's any kind of God it wouldn't be in any of us, not you or me but just this little space in between. If there's any kind of magic in this world it must be in the attempt of understanding someone sharing something. I know, it's almost impossible to succeed but who cares really? The answer must be in the attempt. - Before Sunrise

It is already day five of the holidays and oh lemme see what I did today: blaze through all fifteen episodes of 30 Rock Season 2, read fluffy fictionpress comedies and listen to tracks from chinese indie bands. Gee whiz, brilliant moves really. I am going to ace promos with my knowledge of how rich hot guys antagonise 'weird' redheads (to the chagrin of their blonde bimbotic cheerleader shortays), General Electric's Microwave Programming and Liz Lemon's family history. Way to go.

It is amazing to see how holidays turn me into a glazed-dazed reclusive idiot. Transformation, pronto! To date, I have six unreplied text messages and I have little motivation or willpower to hit the 'send' button for any. It takes too much effort- oh, to think of the long distances that the signals have to travel over neurons and nerve receptors! I haven't stepped out of the house in two days as well, not since Tuesday to go for mandatory Biology SPA and the draining five-hour Chemistry make-up. And I don't intend to, until Friday, for the Biology mock. I'm a diligent girl, really. Hurr.

Yes yes, promos are in thirteen days. Everyone's going in a frenzy into promos. I did too, when I was with friends. Do-or-die, make-or-break, xxx-or-dramaticending, the orchestra trumpets as lightning flashes and snakes theatrically across the crimson nightsky. But listening to the soft strums, gentle piano strains and floaty voice of 旅行团 now, it seems so faraway and insignificant. Hell, there's more to life (sorry to borrow from an outrageously cliched song title) than exams right. Following this orderly little system, this yearly ritual of outdoing each other that everyone mindlessly subjects to. Bo-ring. Fizzwizz, all I wanna do is to lie down on a stripey blue picnic mat on a grassy green knoll, under the shade of a big friendly camphor tree (not unlike BFG) and laugh at clouds contorted in animal figures. And this must be the Tracy Jordon effect, mistakenly simplifying everything into a random statement which loudhails its stupidity inyerface. Hurr.

Argh, it's late and I don't understand myself. Better get cracking on Vectors at least. Been pushing that back since last week. And I'm quite happy today, despite its academic unproductivity. Unearthed quite a few gems: 旅行团, 水母, 羽果, 自然卷, 彭坦 and 基诺. More than enough music to tide me through till next year when added to SHINee and othernewkoreanstuff. Whoohooo, I'm sleepy so till another time.