monkeycrap's Diaryland Diary
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every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.
Another semester, another year. Seemingly mundane and eventless prior to retrospect, quite the opposite upon hindsight. I've always found it rather commiserable anyway, to carve the nodes of one's existence using school semesters as a gauge. But of course we can't help it, being so synchronized to the seemingly natural life cycle (life starts during hols, declines during the sem, ends closer towards the exams) as determined by the system. Upon further scrutiny into the little things, the ups and downs, the little intravenous booster-shots-of-living administered along the way though, you kinda vaguely see the continuity of it all, and thus get yourself a pat on the back (or a new O2 atom, whichever works better).
Between the course of the previous entry and this one, I...
Got to know some people better.
Made a few new acquaintances.
Was involved in the execution of a very successful orientation week.
Settled and paid for my exchange trip to Canada, leaving end of this month.
Did not once step into any gym.
Got my license.
Violated a koala.
Became a little more contemplative with regards to certain issues (PS that's the queen of my house)
Went for classes, lost steam along the way, stopped attending them towards the end of the sem. (It's not my fault that MA tutorials happen to coincide with champions league nights).
Tried to make up for abovementioned by crazed chionging last minute.
This pic can appear on one of those lonely planet guidebooks, with the caption "A slice of Singapore mugging culture, table at mcdonalds, Changi Airport." (Btw broke studying record there this sem, 19 hrs straight).
Went crazy watching men in tights beating the hell outta each other.
Completed a course in elementary waltz.
Ventured out of my comfort zone and into the unknown. Okay, maybe just the less-talked-about part of Vivocity.(PS For those wondering, let's just say the water was calm and pee-ceful).
Looked at some things from a different perspective.
Felt what it's like to fall, and fell I did.
Got pissed. At myself, mainly. And got even more pissed at myself for being pissed at myself.
Had great people around along the way.
Lazed around quite a bit.
Indulged in fully sponsored decadence at Club Chinois, thanks to Ivan.
Learnt that in writing an executive summary, one must not be extravagantly pompous, lest it doesn't conform to the 4Ps and 5Cs.
Performed on stage. Overall, the performance, I would say, on a scale of 1 to 5 stars, maybe a negative 15?
Took long walks, had long talks.
Ate a lot of k-box prepared chicken nuggets as a result of finger guessing games.
Met up with old friends.
Took sociology 1101. (Why? Who said boys must use boys toilet and girls must use girls toilet? It's just a result of the gender construct socialized into you from the moment you were born! Heh.)
Got reminded (again) that in working and dealing with some people, you've gotta take their words and actions with a pinch of salt.
Yeah, so there were the wins and losses, the crests and troughs, the ebbs and flows, not unlike my weekly soccer wagers, but yeah, as cliche as it sounds, you take it all in, make some sense out of it all, and keep on truckin' I guess.
12:48 p.m. - 2007-12-11
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