Today was spent reading on nationalism instead of attending my final lecture of the semester and now I am blogging (in words) after what feels like forever to avoid reading on video games and violence. Today I discovered iTunes U and would much rather watch lectures titled “Revealing Voices” or “How to Recall Practically Anything” (I’m not kidding, there really is a lecture like that from Texas A&M University) from universities like Oxford or Stanford than read my own lecture notes.

It doesn’t help that I can hear the every word said on the sitcom my brother is watching and have to resist every urge in my body to go outside and plonk my ass on the couch in front of the TV. My productivity level is dropping by every second I spend on this blog post so I shall attempt to revert back to well, studying.

Pissed off cos I rushed home to find a bunch of people in my living room depriving me of AGT. Why are they even here?! And at 1030pm on a wed night? Don’t they have work tomorrow or something. It’s only the only tv programme I follow on local tv and now this has gotta happen.

This is so SHINGZZZ. Oh god just how loser did that make me sound?

 

New Addiction

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Free Fall

We go through life trying to make some sense of our existence. Some find it through religion, some in love, some in accomplishments, some in money and a few others just haven’t quite found what they’re looking for yet.

But those who think they’ve got something good going, are more likely than not to stumble along the way.

A lost believer.
A scarred lover.
A first-time failer.
A careless gambler.

What makes of us when we stumble?

Here Goes Nothing

The novelty of being a student is dying on me already. Barely 2 weeks into school and memories of assignments, public transportation during peak hour, lecturers that make it their objective to make the lecture as B O R I N G as they can and exam jitters come rushing back to me. And tutorials haven’t even started!

I know, I’m such a whiny little bitch.

When I had the option of working, I envied the life of a student. Now I miss being financially independent (I have to think twice about taking cabs, and buying too much snacks now). It’s true, the grass is always greener on the other side.

Truth be told, I am more afraid than anything else. I fear that going back to school was a mistake. It’s a tad too late for all that now.

A Final Sound

She felt the need to laugh a little louder than the others. It makes her feel heard.

When an opportunity arises, her voice too in all its raspy glory, would rise to the occasion, giving her audience a long lecture on anything on her mind. Not that they were interested, but they listened anyway – it was the only right thing to do in such a situation. In her tales were a spirit that zealously begged for attention and romanticized proclamations. Conjuring excuses became second nature to her and promises from a year ago remained fresh in the form of a tragic recital.

She laughed a little louder than the others; but everyone heard her except herself.

George is Dead

Finally, after two years after I declared it the untouchable, I have found myself back where I started. I would have thought that diving into production meant the only form of writing I would have to do is logging (as I later found out, it wasn’t) but here I am, spending the last few weeks rekindling the love-hate relationship I have with writing, by choice.

It’s bittersweet, really. The horror, the unending trail of amendments, the feeling of what’s-that-word-I-thought-of-a-moment-ago-that-I-can’t-remember-now, the late nights and stress binging, the satisfaction of completion, the doubt, the anticipation for your editor/producer/commissioning editor/lecturer’s stamp of approval. The adrenaline rush.

And soon, writing will become an indispensible part of my life, at least for the next 3 years. But if you can’t run from it, embrace it.

So if it’s 04:41 in the morning and I’m still online, that’s probably me embracing my long lost lover in hopes that I will be done by 05:30 to reward myself with some McDreamy from season 1 of Grey’s Anatomy (ohhh yesss I’m watching it from season 1 while waiting for the new season).

Oh and if you were wondering about the title, it is indeed true. T.R. Knight’s contract has been terminated. Goodbye George, you will be missed dearly.

If You Might

Tell me about the scene from the hill.
Was it pretty? Was it like we imagined it to be?
Tell me all about the ships and waves
And wind against your face
Would you say it was any better;
Alone at the top?

Soontobe

I tend to be melodramatic at times. So yes, the last post was one of those times. All is good and well. It’s all worked out and I’m acknowledging that I am going to be out of work, soon. It’s gonna take some getting used to… I cannot recall the last time I bummed around at home for more than a week, and just plan to do nothing at home, i.e. pick up the occasional TV show that usually eventuates to me watching for 8 hours straight of teevee, or wake up at 3pm only to lie in bed for another hour just because there’s nothing better to do, skipping breakfast and lunch because “rise and shine” really became “rise and dine” at dinnertime.

So I’m bidding the workforce goodbye for a glorious 4 more years and I can hardly wait!

Time out: You are such a stalker.

Speaking of Speaking Too Soon

Oh boy. And I thought yesterday was close to the worst day of my life. It. Only. Gets. Worse.

Retail therapy always works though.