Farewell
| And so this concludes this blog. Goodbye to nearly 4 years and over 700 hundred posts worth of memories, and hello to a new start. Here we go ! http://www.psychomotormoron.blogspot.com/ |
| And so this concludes this blog. Goodbye to nearly 4 years and over 700 hundred posts worth of memories, and hello to a new start. Here we go ! http://www.psychomotormoron.blogspot.com/ |
| Attack of rhinitis that is. No idea why but I always get pretty serious case of the sniffles whenever I get back to Rotorua. Hayfever ? My eyes are not red or itchy. Allergic to something ? I seriously hope it is not because of the cat. Whatever it is, I guess I will have to live with it. I hate it when I start sneezing and the nose runs and all that. Happened on the night of the tramp, and it sort of ruined the night because I was too sick to stay up and chat with the others. Oh well. Looks like the operation when I was young did not cure the sinus problem. _____________________ Anyway, in case anyone is wondering, the war is still on. Some serious soul-searching (?) going on, and I reckon I might be nearing a conclusion. I hope. And despite some good advice (thanks girl-friends, I appreciate it), I think I should not be affected by external influences and just listen to myself for once, which by the way, is deafening enough inside. So yeah, ignore me when I ask what I should do, because I think I am just asking for the sake of asking. It is my life, and no one is in better control than I am. Despite me being such a idealistic control freak in wanting things the way it is planned, it is now a good time to rethink everything and just live in the moment, for once. Heck, perhaps I should just stop over-analysing my insides because it is at the stage where I am trying to take everything apart and the parts do not seem to fit together anymore. _____________________ Studying is nowhere near where I want to be, once again. Genetics is driving me insane because it is reminiscent of "A" Level Math Statistics. Somebody just shoot me. I am such a naive arse to think that I could escape anything numerical after Physics last year. No, sirree ! Why, oh, why must I be such a moron when it comes to numbers ? The only way for me now is to keep hacking at it though, because it is an interesting subject, and I do not plan to get any shit mark for it. _____________________ Just realized I have been home alone for a week already. Time really flies ! Mom will be back tomorrow, and I cannot wait because I think I am beginning to get bored, although my days are pretty short due to me sleeping in everyday. Haha. This also means that I can start baking because at least someone else will be eating what I made. Not to mention the stuff I asked her to get. By the way, my "man" got scratched by the cat ! Bugger ! Now I cannot sleep with my "man" (I know how dodgy that sounds, but my "man" is the Mogu soft toy) because he is leaking tiny styrofoam balls from the 3 holes on the head. Bloody hell. Am pretty upset because I will not be able to get a replacement here, and it seems like my mom could not find a place in Sg that sells my "man" anymore. |
Yes, that state of mind. The unfamiliar territory, the place where I said I do not really want to go into. Where am I going ? How will this end ?
Wow. Second day alone, does not seem that bad really. Love the peacefulness and freedom of being alone. It is good to be home. Just gave Faraday a big wash complete with shampoo, wax, vacuum, and I even wiped the windows with glass cleaner. Yum. I love it when my car is clean. Now, what should I do tomorrow ?
So I have been told I cannot speak Mandarin to save my life. Haha. Awesome. One year here and my Mandarin degraded to nowhere. It was alright when I spoke to my father and grandmother when I went back, but when I tried to talk to my Chinese friend here, I could not find the right words to say. It is as if someone turned off the Mandarin switch while my mind desperately tries to fumble around, getting words from the closet in pitch blackness. Now I really wonder how I managed to get a B3 in my 'A' level Chinese. There goes my status of being bilingual. I used to dislike Chinese lessons, often doing something else or skiving off, but somehow now I reckon it could be useful to be able to speak Mandarin. Now what ? Maybe it would get better when my mom gets back and I could speak to her in Mandarin.
Right. I should just keep my mouth shut and not ask people how much they got for their results. Because it just makes me feel like crap. Period.
Finally woken up from my slumber, I hope. Got back my results for the Genetics test last week. I am an arsehole. I swear. That was a slap in the face to tell me what a lazy bum I am. People are getting full marks and what not, here I am, not being able to get above 30/40 for one easy test. Did I study hard enough ? I guess not. That better not be the best I could do, or I am seriously in deep faeces. Need to hermit myself up once again for the next few days, because I absolutely hate getting the results I am getting now. And I will be beating myself up harder this time, for I am so sick of wanting so much and yet not being to get there. All the grand plans and high aspirations, all fell apart because of my stupid, insatiable need to play. Sure, I want to enjoy university life, but heck, I am spending shatloads of my parents' hard earned money and yet not doing the best I can do. Guilt, that is what it is.
I think I am finally beginning to care more about people, by the way I reacted when someone tripped on the stairs. Would use to laugh or try to stifle a laugh while trying to ask if the person is alright, now, I am really concerned if the person is alright or not. My hall mate was like, "you are supposed to be laughing at me, not asking if I am alright !" So, is that not the usual response you should give others ?
Somehow I have always let my logical mind take over everything, because I felt that logic was the safest and most stable form of my personality. I must admit, I did not really like what happened when I let myself go and liked somebody the past few times. The embarrassment, the uncertainty, the certainty of ridicule if the other person found out, and all that jazz. It all seemed so juvenile and naive, now that I come to think of it. But something from the unfathomable depths is stirring, I suppose, because I cannot really tell from the cacophony of the logical mind, blocking everything else.