i feel like theres only one person i can rant about this to. and that one person isnt within reach right now. so this shall suffice.
maybe im not as devoid of anger as i’d professed to be. you really, really annoy me at times. this concept of privacy, does it not mean anything to you. look it up. p-r-i-v-a-c-y.
respect that im just not as readily available. and that doesnt have to be a bad thing.
yesterday, the singaporeans made our yearly pilgrimage to leeds for that start-of-term dim sum lunch. the venue came recommended by Nicholas, and expectedly, the food was good. it is rather surreal to see three full tables of us this year – its like a baby boom, honestly. and the downside to this? as with most large group gatherings, when the numbers climb, you feel that relationships become less personal and im constantly wondering if im guilty of not making enough effort to get acquainted with the freshers. so there you go, some new people in the pictures below (:
eleena and i in Gap! (: the egg-shaped heads. i theorized that for some reason, Asian face shapes, our eyes, our noses all dont seem to support the purchasing of beanie. i suppose with the lack of a high nose bridge and dramatic-looking, deep-set eyes, your hair kinda gives you more volume; and with a beanie wrapping up all that volume, we end up looking like well, no so good. lah. oh i liked that shot in Gap by the way, almost bought that pink beanie! there are times i love shopping alone, but sometimes, im quite grateful for ahem, responsible and sensible advice. spotted a pair of boots in Office which i fell in love with – 70 pounds i believe – and then a cropped-sleeve top in Gap – 25 pounds – and then a corduroy bomber jacket in Zara – 35 pounds. ridiculous expenditure was resisted though (:
hoho. this was one of the tables during lunch. a before-after shot to show damage done. its gonna be another big-scale meal tonight! happy birthday cui (: whenever people ask me how things are going these days, i always seem to make reference to the never-ending deadlines. and with good reason. the days here are not immune from time anymore (as they had seemed during the honeymoon first year); and im made so very aware that every week’s to-do list is looking rather insurmountable. one thing at a time, one day at a time.
this day should be enclosed in a parenthesis.
i did make it to the lighthouse though. and i had that feeling you get when, just before sleep, things simplify themselves so that only one of all the myriad details has power to assert itself. except, it was five when i thumbed the final page of Woolf’s novel – five in the evening – and it wasnt dark enough for all other myriad details to be eclipsed entirely.
well, the week got mildly better. lets see, yesterday, nish randomly called me up and i ended up riding in a cab with her to Halfords on foss island to get her bike basket fixed on. and with some time to spare, we ventured into Staples, this huge stationary shop, and i emerged happier thanks to my impulse purchases of a Logitech premium stereo headset with mic and a humongous Laser optical combi mouse. The Logitech headset packaging had this picture of a guy looking very pro while using the headset, and the Mouse, well, nish insisted that i was on a ‘rebound’ from my previous mouse, which is this miniscule, pathetic excuse for a mouse made by Travelpac.
and friday night was a nice girls night in with the company of sex and the city and some cheap wine heh. hmp, i left my entire boxset of satc back in singapore though, so we had to go borrow from one of nish’s friend. blah, i havent been watching ANY tv series at all, despite having Lost, Prison Break, House, Grey’s Anatomy, Bleach stashed somewhere either on the laptop or the externals.
and today was well, successful skyping! so yay (: yea, believe it or not, ive never actually skyped after one very bad experience in the first week of my first year. the headset is a good investment k :p heres to a good week ahead.
it’s all going downhill from here.
there’s nothing more sobering than leaving the seminar room feeling like an utter wreck and failure. it was a horrid first seminar. it has been a disgusting way to start a term, and ive no one else but myself to blame. ive had three whole months over summer to polish up my essay, and i just simply had to rush it the night before the deadline. ive had a month to get my Yeats readings done and get started on Woolf and Eliot, but no, i havent even attempted to start on them.
im glad the seminar shed light on so much. im glad Yeats is making so much more sense to me and that i’d read up on his background. but its too little too late! the pressure is on, now that all the seminars will be assessed. i feel like every word coming out of me during these two-hour sessions has to be weighted, measured, censored of all idiocy.
im here to study; its about time i start doing that!
