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| my seasonal affective disorder slapped me in the face as i woke up to a snowstorm in mid april. which also coincides with my first exam. the gods are crying tears of sleet and mourning for my last of exams. or the fact that i have exams. whatever happened to global warming? Newsweek predicted global cooling in 1970s, so could we possibly be wrong that the earth is heating up and maybe the seasons are just pushed back in the calendar? daylight saving came early this year but clearly we should still be in hibenation. those are questions i prefer leaving to ppl who major in sth involving calculators to answer. i will stick with the primitive pen and paper and textbooks, coz the last time i touched those devices i failed miserably in my macro econ course and i have sworn off math that involves symbols since. meh. global warming is not the issue that impelled me to blog. i have 2 exams tmr and i'd rather be telling you my hate for calculators than study about trudeau. for my friends living on the other side of the ocean or somewhere other than this country with this unfortunate weather, its ok if u dont know him. he's canadian, that's what makes studying so unintriguing. ok, back to work. | | |
| as a saggitarian, it makes me sentimental by definition. i was just sitting in jduc caf at the ledge on the spinning stool, eyeing the ppl outside that are walking by, assessing their monotonous fashion sense. its my fave spot on campus on a nice day. i was reading a piece of engaging fiction as the sun attacked, it was a sickly beautiful day, and i was being sickly unproductive... in two months, this will all be over. no longer will i experience the pressures of being full-time student, no longer can i complain that this city gets sooo cold that my nose hair freezes as i breathe, no longer can i make those big naive talks about the realities that will dawn on me soon. in two months i will be at that point where paths of life are so splintered that u dont really make a decision on which to take, but u are just thrown into it and hope for the best. in two months, i can tuck away the memories and smile coz they have been good to me. | | |
| it was quite an adventure coming back this time. i probably caught an hour sleep before my last exam, regurgitated everything i've learnt about 19th c. canadian history in the last 5 hrs, ran home n packed my bags and rushed off to the bus station. ka n i were half an hour early for the bus and decided to take our time to grab a chilli meal across the street. we lugged our body bags back to the station just in time to see the bus taking off right before our eyes. we jumped, we waved, we cursed and still the godamn bus wouldn't stop. who does that? my flight was in 6 hrs, it takes me 3 to get to toronto, and another to get to the airport, leaving me barely enough time to check in... the next bus was in 2 hrs, n i was royally fuct. in the end, ka's mom was tremendously kind and drove all the way to toronto from brantford, gave me a lift and got me to the airport in time for checkin. i was so relieved i didnt miss my flight as well, and i was particularly happy when they started showing da ali g show on the plane. anyhow, it's amazing being back, i love the jetlag, i miss yum cha like crazy, and the efficiency here drives me nuts. i came home and found this: 
i look so cheeky here. wow my teeth are so perfect . and what is with the obsession with jail clothes in kjs? | | |
| so, i've lived through two full decades. rather peacefully and enjoying every bit of the capitalistic nature of the world. numbers are always good for defining something. and 21 seems like an awfully scary number. i've finally gotten my feet wet and stepped into the 20s, and everything from now on is going downhill. i'm dreading interviews, i'm dreading work, i'm dreading havign to pay taxes. what a naive thought. to think that the adult world still seems years away, to prolong the mental preparation of entering adulthood as long as possible so that i can still procrastinate on my ass everyday instead of looking up job vacancies. i've always been a fickle person, little things really do bug me. sometimes i use that as an excuse for being a perfectionist, but i'm really not, i'm more of a lazy perfectionist which is contradictory in its own sense. i sweat at the little stuff and i have no clue how i'm going to handle larger responsibilities: jobs, friends, family, maybe helping the world someday.... i'm definitely being too greedy. | | |
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