Day 25: The little things that make me go "Boom"

1. I keep forgetting to take pictures. It's such a simple process, just slide and click.

2. Eye contact. The people I interact with lately don't seem to practice this crucial process in communication. Cultural differences maybe? On that note, it's difficult being hilarious while being Chinese. I'm still trying to figure that last part out.

3. My childishness. I drive myself crazy all the time. It's a weird paradox, but it can happen. I've seen it. Just imagine Kronk's dual conscience from the Emperor's New Groove. Only... I think I have about five more of those homunculi living in my head.

4. Inconsistencies.

5. My inability to scream. I'm super frustrated, but I don't know why. There's absolutely no reason for me to feel this way. Hormones... maybe?

Day 24: Being consistent once more~

My gawd... The room's so dark it's messing up the colors. So we had a very wet and cold morning, a glorious sunny afternoon, and a thunderstorm raging through the night. Been a while since I last heard thunder crackling like a bag of chips.

Day 23: Of messy tables, birthdays and sighs

The three "topics" aren't exactly related... they're mere sentiments I'm having at the moment in relation to my summer "vacation."

Yeap, I've moved into a new room in another residence hall. Damn, it's dark in here... This will only last until July 8th and three days after that, it's Malaysia once more~ I can't wait to get back... The long flight doesn't seem as intimidating anymore.

My table feels messy. Even though I've arranged the papers accordingly, it remains unsettling for some reason. I also have to work until 1am later tonight, so I'm really not looking forward to it, considering how I'm already nodding my head off.

Seiya's (my foster brother in Japan) birthday is next Tuesday and I successfully forced myself to send that card to him. I frustrate myself by always procrastinating with the greeting cards--it's not that difficult at all! I just don't understand how that could even be a chore. However, I do hope he would reply. I always have this fear of sending things away through air-mail. I keep thinking they would somehow disappear into the Pacific or something...

On sighing... it's just a habit that Alicia and I just picked up, and it's annoying us both like crazy.

Oh my, I am absolutely tired... I might just very well take a nap before reconvening with my group at 7pm...

9th Month, Day... 21?!

I'm not dead yet. And I emphasize that last word with ambiguity. Allow me to summarize my finals, my first week of summer and my job as coherently as possible. I'll promise not to rant along the way... if I could.

I must apologize for not updating the blog. Everything just seems to be pacing at the speed of light, and I'd much rather stop and smell the flowers. See? I've been separated from the writing board for so long that I'm spewing cliched expressions now. Bloody hell.

Despite that, I've been rather consistent with the six items.

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Well... that's hard to say too because I don't exactly have my six items for May. I've been basically wearing either my pajamas or my NSE uniform (red polo and khakis, though I prefer to use the word chinos...). But I do have several items for May, for instance:

Seersucker shirt and denim shorts with flip flops. A staple for summer I suppose... I also have this brown shirt with a large puppy in front of it that I've yet to take a picture of. Aside from these three, I'm really just in my comfy clothes.

Now, for finals, it turned out pretty well. I'm still a 4.0 scholar and the pressure's on to maintain it during my final semester. Just one more, and I have nothing more to worry about, at least, for my undergraduate degree.

The first week of summer right after finals had been one of the best weeks for a long time. I had nothing to worry about, except the whole moving-in-and-out process--but even that was okay because I actually like packing my things up and arranging them (I know some who absolutely abhors the idea). Transportation was the only problem but even that was sorted pretty quickly.

Most interestingly, I did nothing but eat, sleep, shower and play Pokemon all day.

Stereotype. Stereotype. Stereotype. Stereotype. Stereotype.

I know, but it was fun. And somewhat nostalgic. It's the whole philosophy of "collecting things"... Our lives are made up of the things we see, touch, hear, feel... a "collection" of sensations, emotions, memories and experiences. This one just happens to appear as cute and bouncy sprites.

I had NSE camp the Monday after that glorious week, and this was the only photo I took of the camp:

Nothing fancy, but I find this therapeutic somehow...

A tree?

Yeap.

Just a tree?

Just this tree.

My job? Tiring. I appreciate the information, but I wish we had more hands-on experience. I feel more comfortable with that. To think, I never had training like this back at INTI when I worked for marketing. The results were the same now and then (customer-satisfaction-wise), though "training" then constituted only a brief informational session the day before enrollment.

So much to say, but so little time for expression. I'm actually doing my laundry right now, just when my roommate's entering a deep slumber. One can tell from the huffs... huffs... huffs...

I'm still not sure if I'll be able to update this regularly thanks to our hectic schedules (we even have to work weekends... goodness...), but I'll try. The only thing keeping me sane at the moment is writing to a silent (or absent) global internet community.