Wet Hair Days

what’s playing::就是爱你 – 陶喆::
moodflash:: peaceful

On the contrary, the title of this postschost should be Wet Hair Nights. I figure that it a Good Thing to shower at night. Because, you won’t be able to sleep till your hair dries. And well, the period of time that would take depends on the length of your hair.

Anyhow, I should think it’s a fabulous idea, this wet hair thing. Cuz you will be forced to do something (anything!) during that short/long period of time (I told you, it depends on your hair length!). With hope, you would be forced to do something constructive. On hindsight, that didn’t work out too well for me as you can see. I’m blogging.

My head is so filled with scholarly work now, that I should think I wouldn’t be too surprised if I dreamt of Lasswell’s two vans worth of worldly posessions, data and all, crashing and burning during a roadtrip. I’m not too sure if you caught that, but if you did, that means you have read “A History Of Communication Study”. Now give yourself a pat on the back for remembering trivia. Oh, he went through a midlife crisis too! Can you imagine that?!

I should really stop this incessant nonsense.

Oh, in case you were wondering (and I seriously don’t think you were), I think Lazersfeld is an inspiration. Seriously. A man who’s that brilliant and yet has a sense of insecurity for no reason? That’s really some man.

Talked with jessie and shu today on the shuttle chigging all the way back to sci. Discovered that the compulsion to look at oneself everytime one passes a reflective surface, is universal in all females (and males too…those closet cases). Discovered that it is also pretty universal to have pretty days. And vice versa, because if you aren’t feeling pretty, then you sure as hell are having an unpretty day.

And now I’m really rambling so I shall stop. ♥

[does anyone know a good dvd ripping software?]

I Thought I Ended

I thought I had ended my rants but it seems that it never really does end, does it? In a much calmer state of mind with lessening turbulance, I realise that in a bad mood, people around me suffer through no fault of their own. I somehow morph into this selfish sarcastic bitch who is cutting with her words and razor-like with her attitude. I sincerly apologise for bleeding wounds inflicted out there.

Moving on from self-indulgence.

Sometimes, it seems that thoughts take on a form of their own and weave a course for themselves, resisting any steering one might choose to impose on them. Runaway thoughts. Likewise for imaginations. And emotions. And a whole lot more. How curious, it seems as if we have little control over our mind and hearts afterall. Like a soldier, one might decide to fight it, but it does seem easier to let thoughts/imaginations/emotions runaway, taking you with them.

I have no idea what was the point of that paragraph. ♥

[I wish for a gift of words]

Rankling Frustration

what’s playing::Lonelily – Damien Rice::
moodflash:: niggling discontent

After a week of rushing assignments which wouldn’t really mean much in the long run, one is left feeling drained in all possible aspects. Or perhaps it’s just the incessant rain that is long due, after an unbearable hot spell. However, I have a huge bone to pick with the rainman at the moment. Is it really necessary to send this welcome rain when my laundry is happily hung to dry? It really isn’t. So I’m left facing a pail of wet clothes to re-wash since Mr Rain has had his way with them. As much as this would make me sound like a hopelessly spoilt brat, I forsee being right on the verge of throwing a huge hissy fit temper tantrum when I return to face the once-clean-ought-to-be-dry pile of clothes. But can you blame me, really?

Once again, I’m hit by the unwelcome visitor of Self-Doubt through the wave of projects and whathaveyous crashing along my way. Is it really that difficult to work/get along with me? I really wonder. Looks like Project TheBetterNat is on a downhill course. And by my own steering? There’s a sense of disconnectivity from people around me at times, and gulf widens the more I look at it.

It occurs to me now that surely no problem is so big that I cannot handle it? I will try to keep up that outlook. I will try. I WILL try. Otherwise, there would be little meaning left in living since no obstacles surface for me to cross.

The question is, how far can I go? ♥

[weight of the world]

Of Clam Eyes and Mr. Bug

what’s playing::I Love You – Sarah McLachlan::
moodflash:: contented

Wells. A week has flown past and I’m recovering from the ill effects of Mr Bug paying a visit to my immune system, and a nasty swollen eye – suspected result of my body complaining about asprin. Looking utterly hideous and inhuman, I had to wait for the bloody freaking @*&#%^*^(*$#@ bus which predictable took eons to chug along. The waiting time resulted in accelerated swelling of both eyes. Seriously. What’s the use of having buses which don’t run at a more frequent rate? To think the school is raising school fees. How unjustifiable.

As a sidetrack, I wish I’m a doctor. I would then be able to earn loads just by seeing patients for less than 10 mins everyday. And, and (!!!) I would be able to derive a sick satisfaction that only me and my medical profession would appreciate. The satisfaction of prescribing the most disgusting, utterly vile concoction or bigass pills to patients. All in the name of seeing them suffer.

I exaggerate.

I’m appreciating the comforts life sends along my way more, of late. And I’m sometimes so filled with bliss that I could burst from it overflowing. A quiet contentment, a constant comfort, companionship and more. All these I cherish. And for now, all these I have. This is a routine I could get used to.

Sometimes, feelings don’t have to be said. Through mere actions in quotidian life, conversations and passing remarks, it seems that the message gets through with a greater impact, especially when the significance of that smile/statement/act/whathaveyous sinks in. And it’s that moment that an emotion indescribable by words (bah, words!) wells up in you like a growing bubble and makes you experience an odd sensation of floating. How nice. Cloud Nine. ♥

[my heart has wings]