but we are hiding in a safer place."A detached observer of the self's current state of semi-paralysis by pointlessenvy, instantregret and a mild degree of self-deprecation. "
This is what you get for snooping, darling.
You know, after the emotions are taken out, this is actually quite laughable.
My brain is currently in 'Weekend Warrior' mode, fuelled by caffeine and gummy bears. School work is becoming slightly more manageable, apart from that horrid Historical English module and there's still dear ol' Crusoe and Pamela left for Lit, but otherwise I think I've caught up with the pace of my other modules. Project season is a bitch, as usual. But that, I can handle. On the plus side, my newfound emotional stability is sweet, sweet relief after a particularly rough patch. I had the best sleep in weeks on Thursday night –quality sleep, mind you – I had intended to start doing secondary research for my 'Principles of Communication Management' project, but my bed was too soft and comfortable to resist. Oh well. Oh wellsss. Having had one night of good rest in a week, with the help of a few (A FEW.) cups of coffee, I've been rather productive in terms of getting work done! I'm feeling pretty indestructible at the moment, actually. Ha ha (I'm imagining Denise's incredulous little laugh as I type this.)
I went back to Bedok today for the first time since TJ and I felt that nostalgia thing again. Found myself talking about old hang-outs like BK and Princess Cinema, thinking about people and the things they said there. Bittersweet, I'd say, but more sweet. It's just the way some people stick with you even after they've left you physically, how their mannerisms, words and actions can be played and re-played in your head like a tape. There's this part of my heart that isn't mine anymore because it's been divided into little fragments and given to those whose lives have touched mine, idiosyncrasies and all.
Ooh, a proper blog entry. Finally. (:
Reflecting on how I've dealt with recent events has made me realise that I've indeed changed a great deal over the past year. Less idealism, a lot more pragmatism; less fretting, more action. I see all these as positive changes because they allow me to deal with tough stuff in a calmer and more rational manner, and I've been priding myself on that all this while. And yet, at the same time, I now see that I must drop the Superwoman thing sometimes, 'cos there are instances when others aren't really asking for solutions; they just need a listening ear and a source of comfort. I suck at consoling, I really do. But I promise I'll try to be more sensitive. Promise.
I need chocolate. Like, now.
Haven't we all had instances when we spent a long time explaining something to someone, only to have him or her not comprehend a thing at all? Or, just think about the last time you wished that a particular person would just shut up because although he was talking a lot, it just seemed like utter nonsense to you.
Then, think about how somebody turned your world around with a few simple words, caused your heart to ache from the deepest crevices with just a gaze, or weaved you a whole tapestry of emotions in a brief moment of silence.
Amazing, isn't it? (:
I've always envied people with smiling eyes.
Phonology is that branch of linguistics which studies the sound system of languages. The sound system involves
Oh, how I adore EL2111: Historical Variation in English.
Sunday -- the Day of Last-minute Work. I can practically hear my lecture slides calling my name! Nooooooo.
I'm thinking about chocolate. Warm, melted and thick. Dark. Sinful, yet oh-so-tempting. Temptation. Tempt, tempter, tempted.
Mmmmhmm. Happy Chinese New Year, everyone. Bring on the ang pows and pineapple tarts!
I think it was the chocolate that did it.