Heaven help us all
The title's this inspirational gospel tune I got from study buddy Aaron. Basically it's an upbeat song by Ray Charles and Gladys Knight about, well, heaven helping everybody, from the boy who never had a home and the girl who walks the street alone, to the boy who won't reach twenty-one and the people with their backs against the wall.
God I am absolutely overwhelmed with things to do. And it's miserable, really. Lemme see, so I have to do a script cum cue sheet for the Varsity Voices Concert, memorize all the songs for the same, write a draft of my essay for my film module by Tuesday, study for three midterm tests soon after VV06: financial accounting, calculus, and regression analysis (must study harder especially since I got lousy results for my first few tests), write an article for the Ridge since April's the last issue, and yeah, I don't even want to think about what else.
I've been mugging intensively the past days, and althought it seems I've been exerting quite a lot of effort, the truth is I'm not covering enough ground. I've only studied for two of my six modules, although from the look in my face and the tiredness in my eyes I should've covered all six.
Pressure from Choir is pumped up now as well, especially with the concert just a week away. I feel particularly sucky today because some of us basses weren't quite able to live up to our student conductor Weiwei's expectations especially on the Shah Alam song Dokin-dokin. It sucks too, personally, that I am not able to memorize the songs yet. Especially the other Japanese songs where I am admittedly quite blur. And oh yeah, the Missa Brevis too.
Today after a long day at Siglap South CC for our third to the last practice for VV06, I went to NTU with Kirsten, Cassy and Mike for the Filipino party that was for the first time held at NTU, as it is traditionally held at NUS. I shall not go on and turn didactic now and attempt to describe how people should behave in parties, but let me just say that I think that the organizers and those in the larger clique could have made exerted a little more effort to be more inclusive. It was fun as the night progressed, nonetheless, and the food was good. Special mention goes to the yummy chicken adobo that is Ferron's pride, and the beef steak prepared by the guys from SMU. People were complimenting my shirt too, that Ferron and Karen got for me from Indonesia. Hehe it's a nice shirt and I like it, really -- I guess I must apologize to Ferron a bit for always mentioning that the shirt is too small for me (it is quite small actually), but instead appreciate the shirt more perhaps. :)
Anyway, my current depressant now, the latest in a series of unfortunate events, is the fact that I lost my wallet. I only noticed when during the group photo-taking after the dinner at NTU. It sucks, really, and I'm positively feeling miserable right about now. To the good soul who chanced upon it, please please return it. The $20 or 30 bucks I have there is not much anyway, but I'm just stressed about my matriculation card, EZ link card, cashcard, atm and debit and credit cards. Please don't use my debit and credit cards too, because that would sink me to lower depths.
Hmm.. sometimes I think I take things too seriously, and would sometimes wish I had a more cheerful approach to all these things. I'd like to think I was once a cheerful person, and many times I still am (or so I think), but I dunno, I guess I've become hardened and cynical.
A few more special mentions. To Karen, hey I miss you already let's hang out sometime and drown ourselves in each other's woes. Jasper, where on earth have you gone.. I haven't heard from you in the longest time and I miss you too you bastard. Jacques, hey cheer up okay and study well so you could get the SG scholarship! It's gonna be fun to have you around. To Kai, hey hey I heard about your swimming thing and I'm so happy for you. God bless you in your exams and don't worry too much about next sem k? I'll call you sometime. :)
I've been thinking too about giving up some of my activities next semester because I'm pretty sure 7 modules will drive me insane. I haven't decided what I'm going to drop, but I've come to conclude that it most likely won't be NUS Choir. :)
OK, it's a new day now, must finish the cue sheet and get myself some sleep.
Snap
Snap
I've always known that, with the miscellaneous activities I've immersed myself in, sooner or later, I'll snap. Apparently, without realizing it, I may already have. Or, perhaps more accurately, maybe this snapping process isn't as instantaneous after all, and I've been continually "snapping" in slow-mo for a long time now.
Don't get me wrong, I'm loving what I'm doing. I'm mighty proud of KR Choir and NUS Choir, which I am both happy to be part of. It's my decision to take 6 modules this semester, and that ambitious double-minor (in Business and English Studies) masterplan was of course my own doing. I guess I have nobody else to blame for not keeping up with my lectures and tutorials, and I am fully accountable for picking up what I missed this midterm break. And of course, there are the little "messes" here and there, starting off with the current state of my room, which I suspect is beginning to affect me subconsciously, or at least, maybe hindering me from whatever relaxation I'm supposed to achieve (frankly I've forgotten how it is to relax.. makes me wanna go home and sleep all day). And I dunno, I think the monsters in my head just won't hush themselves up, and so it's been a pain trying to bear with them.
* * *
It was Amplitude last night, by the way. It's this showcase of hall choirs and a cappella groups in NUS. I performed with Kent Ridge Choir, and later, with NUS Choir (although technically Amplitude was for halls of residences, it's been some tradition to let NUS Choir sing as well). I thought we did fairly well, and I'd like to think I enjoyed myself. What I did enjoy too, is the company. I've always been vocal how I love the NUS Choir folks, but yep, same goes with the KR choirmates. I tend to be closer to NUS Choir, I guess, but maybe only because I spend more hours there (>6 hours a week) and we've had a number of scarier trials on a larger scale we've had to face together. But I love my KR choir too of course.
Much as I want to comment about how we sang in both choirs, I guess I'd just keep it to myself as I don't really know how we sounded. The UCC Theatre environment sucked the sound from us as we were singing (btw, we couldn't see the audience too), so I don't really know. Bottom line is I enjoyed myself with both choirs, and I am tremendously pleased and thankful to those who came down to support me (OK, even if you didn't really come to support me, thanks for coming down to watch. Special thanks to the Pinoy community of course.
I saw my old friend Zhou Yang after the show too, and yep, I'm reminded of all the many old friends I've always appreciated, even if it sucks that we don't get to have much contact of late. I treasure my friends, even if it doesn't show sometimes.
After the show, the KR Choir and Aca groups sang our KR Goodnight song loudly in the lobby. That was some 40 people crowding the UCC lobby man. Sometimes I'm mighty proud to be in KR, and I'm gonna miss it when I eventually leave.
I went off with the NUS Choir bunch for supper, and since Fong Seng was presumably full, and when we dropped by this pub called Blooie's there wasn't any more food but only drinks, we decided to go to Holland Village. It was me, Iris, Huai Zhi, Kurien, Aaron, Visayon, Hui Yin, Adyll, this new girl Mianzi. KK and Michelle went back to Raffles and Winnie went off for home earlier, as well as ex-NUS Choir basso Weizheng. I'm beginning to appreciate suppers more now actually, and the food at the Holland V hawker center is yummy yummy, I like. The company was even better. Arrived back at KR around 2:30AM and I just sank into the bed.
* * *
Monday, 20th February was an interesting day. "Interesting" is by far the safest smart word I know ("nice" and "good" are safe words too, but putting them in your English essay won't do you any good).
Mugged at the Central Forum from late morning till afternoon with so little progress it's virtually negligible (cause for self-annoyance and mild self-bashing), adn went for voice class and later choir practice. Choir practice was heavy today, as we were split into 3 small choirs and the section leaders or SLs and the student conductors gave their critique. Interesting, I must say. Nelson also came down and we fixed Missa Brevis, and sang through the Beatles medley (I love it.. feel-good).
In any case, I dunno what got into me later on and I was feeling tired and stressed and semi-pissed for whatever reason (partly due to those people who did not turn up last week and thus did not get their Beatles scores, and were now pouncing on me asking for their copies, when in fact I had told them to SMS me or gimme a private message me on the choir forum or email me if they lack any score, because it's crazy to bring all the scores around all the time).
* * *
So when, during announcement time and big boss KK was done with a good chunk of announcements and I raised my hand to speak, and speak I did, I guess I suddenly snapped. The stimulus was something that even Kirsten and the other Filipino exchange girls last sem told me. People always laugh when I begin to talk. There's this running joke about me and how my r's are defined and sounded, as when I spoke to the choir during the first few rehearsals about "four scores". See in Singapore, they don't pronounce the r's much, so a car is /kah/ and scores is /skos/ and seniors is /seenyas/, something like that. The four-scores thingy has been going around tickling everyone for quite some time, coupled with the fact that I speak at lightning speed. Treasurer Li Yi jokingly mentioned sometime in front of the choir that I should speak more slowly because only 70% of what I say can be understood (or was it 70% cannot be understood?), and at that time even I found it amusing and funny.
But today, what with the stress and all, I absolutely nothing funny at my mere mention of "Can I say something?" While I would usually smile or put a dumb look and just let it pass, today I just held silent till they wiped off those smirks. Respect, people, respect. It just hit me that they've alwasy been laughing at me, and for some reason, they don't take me seriously. Now this is not gonna be a weepy second to the last paragraph, but I love these guys so much and I take extra effort to fix up their scores well and make sure they're nicely stapled and that everyone gets good copies, and this is how I'm treated. I was walking with Huai Zhi on the way back to hall, and he said it's okay, it's quite cute actually, and they didn't mean to laugh laugh at me. KK also told me through SMS that in his opinion, it may not be a matter of respect, but it's just some quirk I have that makes me funny and endearing I guess. I dunno, I'm just tired of being constantly associated with an unintentional joke.
But I'm okay now, as predicted (then again, "okay" is another very safe word so yeah..). There are still many things troubling my heart (ooh that sounded so drippingly sappy), but I guess I'll just wake up later on and hope I can well, just focus and accomplish the more important things to do, like study Calculus and Actuarial Stats and Accounting and Regression Analysis. Sometimes I think a personality change is in order, but nah, that would just flush away my real personality I guess. (OK, the preceding sentence seems a bit random but what the heck)
My life's a mess, but like everyone else, I keep on moving on anyway.
And oh yeah, I miss home, and everything and everyone associated with it.
I've always known that, with the miscellaneous activities I've immersed myself in, sooner or later, I'll snap. Apparently, without realizing it, I may already have. Or, perhaps more accurately, maybe this snapping process isn't as instantaneous after all, and I've been continually "snapping" in slow-mo for a long time now.
Don't get me wrong, I'm loving what I'm doing. I'm mighty proud of KR Choir and NUS Choir, which I am both happy to be part of. It's my decision to take 6 modules this semester, and that ambitious double-minor (in Business and English Studies) masterplan was of course my own doing. I guess I have nobody else to blame for not keeping up with my lectures and tutorials, and I am fully accountable for picking up what I missed this midterm break. And of course, there are the little "messes" here and there, starting off with the current state of my room, which I suspect is beginning to affect me subconsciously, or at least, maybe hindering me from whatever relaxation I'm supposed to achieve (frankly I've forgotten how it is to relax.. makes me wanna go home and sleep all day). And I dunno, I think the monsters in my head just won't hush themselves up, and so it's been a pain trying to bear with them.
* * *
It was Amplitude last night, by the way. It's this showcase of hall choirs and a cappella groups in NUS. I performed with Kent Ridge Choir, and later, with NUS Choir (although technically Amplitude was for halls of residences, it's been some tradition to let NUS Choir sing as well). I thought we did fairly well, and I'd like to think I enjoyed myself. What I did enjoy too, is the company. I've always been vocal how I love the NUS Choir folks, but yep, same goes with the KR choirmates. I tend to be closer to NUS Choir, I guess, but maybe only because I spend more hours there (>6 hours a week) and we've had a number of scarier trials on a larger scale we've had to face together. But I love my KR choir too of course.
Much as I want to comment about how we sang in both choirs, I guess I'd just keep it to myself as I don't really know how we sounded. The UCC Theatre environment sucked the sound from us as we were singing (btw, we couldn't see the audience too), so I don't really know. Bottom line is I enjoyed myself with both choirs, and I am tremendously pleased and thankful to those who came down to support me (OK, even if you didn't really come to support me, thanks for coming down to watch. Special thanks to the Pinoy community of course.
I saw my old friend Zhou Yang after the show too, and yep, I'm reminded of all the many old friends I've always appreciated, even if it sucks that we don't get to have much contact of late. I treasure my friends, even if it doesn't show sometimes.
After the show, the KR Choir and Aca groups sang our KR Goodnight song loudly in the lobby. That was some 40 people crowding the UCC lobby man. Sometimes I'm mighty proud to be in KR, and I'm gonna miss it when I eventually leave.
I went off with the NUS Choir bunch for supper, and since Fong Seng was presumably full, and when we dropped by this pub called Blooie's there wasn't any more food but only drinks, we decided to go to Holland Village. It was me, Iris, Huai Zhi, Kurien, Aaron, Visayon, Hui Yin, Adyll, this new girl Mianzi. KK and Michelle went back to Raffles and Winnie went off for home earlier, as well as ex-NUS Choir basso Weizheng. I'm beginning to appreciate suppers more now actually, and the food at the Holland V hawker center is yummy yummy, I like. The company was even better. Arrived back at KR around 2:30AM and I just sank into the bed.
* * *
Monday, 20th February was an interesting day. "Interesting" is by far the safest smart word I know ("nice" and "good" are safe words too, but putting them in your English essay won't do you any good).
Mugged at the Central Forum from late morning till afternoon with so little progress it's virtually negligible (cause for self-annoyance and mild self-bashing), adn went for voice class and later choir practice. Choir practice was heavy today, as we were split into 3 small choirs and the section leaders or SLs and the student conductors gave their critique. Interesting, I must say. Nelson also came down and we fixed Missa Brevis, and sang through the Beatles medley (I love it.. feel-good).
In any case, I dunno what got into me later on and I was feeling tired and stressed and semi-pissed for whatever reason (partly due to those people who did not turn up last week and thus did not get their Beatles scores, and were now pouncing on me asking for their copies, when in fact I had told them to SMS me or gimme a private message me on the choir forum or email me if they lack any score, because it's crazy to bring all the scores around all the time).
* * *
So when, during announcement time and big boss KK was done with a good chunk of announcements and I raised my hand to speak, and speak I did, I guess I suddenly snapped. The stimulus was something that even Kirsten and the other Filipino exchange girls last sem told me. People always laugh when I begin to talk. There's this running joke about me and how my r's are defined and sounded, as when I spoke to the choir during the first few rehearsals about "four scores". See in Singapore, they don't pronounce the r's much, so a car is /kah/ and scores is /skos/ and seniors is /seenyas/, something like that. The four-scores thingy has been going around tickling everyone for quite some time, coupled with the fact that I speak at lightning speed. Treasurer Li Yi jokingly mentioned sometime in front of the choir that I should speak more slowly because only 70% of what I say can be understood (or was it 70% cannot be understood?), and at that time even I found it amusing and funny.
But today, what with the stress and all, I absolutely nothing funny at my mere mention of "Can I say something?" While I would usually smile or put a dumb look and just let it pass, today I just held silent till they wiped off those smirks. Respect, people, respect. It just hit me that they've alwasy been laughing at me, and for some reason, they don't take me seriously. Now this is not gonna be a weepy second to the last paragraph, but I love these guys so much and I take extra effort to fix up their scores well and make sure they're nicely stapled and that everyone gets good copies, and this is how I'm treated. I was walking with Huai Zhi on the way back to hall, and he said it's okay, it's quite cute actually, and they didn't mean to laugh laugh at me. KK also told me through SMS that in his opinion, it may not be a matter of respect, but it's just some quirk I have that makes me funny and endearing I guess. I dunno, I'm just tired of being constantly associated with an unintentional joke.
But I'm okay now, as predicted (then again, "okay" is another very safe word so yeah..). There are still many things troubling my heart (ooh that sounded so drippingly sappy), but I guess I'll just wake up later on and hope I can well, just focus and accomplish the more important things to do, like study Calculus and Actuarial Stats and Accounting and Regression Analysis. Sometimes I think a personality change is in order, but nah, that would just flush away my real personality I guess. (OK, the preceding sentence seems a bit random but what the heck)
My life's a mess, but like everyone else, I keep on moving on anyway.
And oh yeah, I miss home, and everything and everyone associated with it.
Whew
Whew
Now I can breathe again. Thank God for giving me the transcription job, but I'm feeling a wee bit more thankful now that it's over.
Basically, the job entailed I listen to hours and hours of speeches in two workshops by the Asia-Europe Foundation (ASEF), one on access to justice, and another on environment and sustainable development. My initial reaction was that the job was peanuts. Come on, I'm the one who watches 40-minute TV shows on my PC like Desperate Housewives and The OC for sometimes as long as an hour and a half, because of my habit of rewinding and rewinding the file until I get the FULL dialogue. I derive a good deal of satisfaction out of it for some reason, but the downside is that it eats up a big chunk of time. Anyway, for someone who pays meticuloius attention to words being said in an event (it takes forever for me to watch a movie on DVD or VCD), this transcription job was easy money baby.
As it turned out, the transcription job ate into my mugging time, my free time, ate through my weekend, and crept into the wee hours of the morning. The speakers were from Asia and Europe, see, and it was good enough if they had prepared speeches, but by golly, when they went to the microphone to have a thorough discussion of the topics presented, I thought I could very well have been in the Tower of Babel. Accents from German, Cambodian, Chinese, Italian, American, and even Filipino greeted me as my fingers scrambled to catch up. Many times I had to play "sounds-like" to decipher what was said exactly, sometimes I had to Google to make sense of acronyms, and also when this bigshot UN guy Toepfer mentioned Nobel Peace Prize Laureate "Wangari Maathai", who introduced the Japanese concept of "mottainai" in her environmental projects.. seriously, it's not just listening to ordinary words man. It's the kind of intellectual lingo that involves research! Needless to say, the job drained the life out of me, and I had to ask for an extension too. (Thank God Ira of ASEF agreed :P )
Anyway, so what have I been missing? Haha, blogging I guess. Blogging about V-day, if that counts. Blogging about my birthday! Haha yes yes it's impossible for me to not blog it, so you can just TELL I was really busy. Busiest days of my life, seriously. I couldn't even rest a while to relax myself.
But of course the Version 2_0 post will come up soon. That's me finally venturing into the twentysomething world (technically it's still twenty-nothing but what the heck).
And oh yeah, because of my transcription job I had to give up writing an article for the March issue of the Ridge. I wanted to write, seriously, because it's already difficult enough to get published, what more in the final issue of the year, in April, where all the Outspoken desk writers will presumably turn in something (that's according to my desk editor Asraf).
Hmm.. but in other writing news, I went for this Straits Times focus group discussion at UCC. It was cool man, learned a lot from the VP of Singapore Press Holdings (SPH), and got a lot of premium Dome goodies like muffins and tarts and good coffee (cheapskate) and a goodie bag which includes a cool Straits Times metal water bottle with a nice rubbery whatchamacallit case, and a commemorative coffee table book, 160 years of Straits Times, which is loaded with all these historical and cool pictures, yep among others.
And, still on writing news, my article for KR Hall Bulletin Board is up! It's the Anti-Valentine's Day issue, and mine's on page 7, I think. Haha. Check it out here. The Ridge is a different story of course, because for one, the editors are selective, and I found it pretty neat that they chose my article for the January issue after well, a long wait. Haha. There's no online version methinks, but maybe I'll post my article up here sometime.
And in music news, NUS Choir is singing a Beatles medley! Haha was I overjoyed when I learned we'll be singing the Beatles! Haha, never mind if we had too many songs already, I think this was needed to bring in more oomph to the repertoire. So yep yep, come come to Varsity Voices 2006, An Evening of Flower Songs, by the NUS Choir. It's on the 4th of March, 7:30 PM at the University Cultural Centre Hall.
Haha, can't you just tell I'm bursting with a lot of things to say? Haha. I'm beat, but that can't stop me from spurting away gibberish man. I'm just thinking of the $400 slave labour payment that will soon make its way to my bank account. Haha, finally a birthday gift to self. Ciao! Must get muggin'!
Now I can breathe again. Thank God for giving me the transcription job, but I'm feeling a wee bit more thankful now that it's over.
Basically, the job entailed I listen to hours and hours of speeches in two workshops by the Asia-Europe Foundation (ASEF), one on access to justice, and another on environment and sustainable development. My initial reaction was that the job was peanuts. Come on, I'm the one who watches 40-minute TV shows on my PC like Desperate Housewives and The OC for sometimes as long as an hour and a half, because of my habit of rewinding and rewinding the file until I get the FULL dialogue. I derive a good deal of satisfaction out of it for some reason, but the downside is that it eats up a big chunk of time. Anyway, for someone who pays meticuloius attention to words being said in an event (it takes forever for me to watch a movie on DVD or VCD), this transcription job was easy money baby.
As it turned out, the transcription job ate into my mugging time, my free time, ate through my weekend, and crept into the wee hours of the morning. The speakers were from Asia and Europe, see, and it was good enough if they had prepared speeches, but by golly, when they went to the microphone to have a thorough discussion of the topics presented, I thought I could very well have been in the Tower of Babel. Accents from German, Cambodian, Chinese, Italian, American, and even Filipino greeted me as my fingers scrambled to catch up. Many times I had to play "sounds-like" to decipher what was said exactly, sometimes I had to Google to make sense of acronyms, and also when this bigshot UN guy Toepfer mentioned Nobel Peace Prize Laureate "Wangari Maathai", who introduced the Japanese concept of "mottainai" in her environmental projects.. seriously, it's not just listening to ordinary words man. It's the kind of intellectual lingo that involves research! Needless to say, the job drained the life out of me, and I had to ask for an extension too. (Thank God Ira of ASEF agreed :P )
Anyway, so what have I been missing? Haha, blogging I guess. Blogging about V-day, if that counts. Blogging about my birthday! Haha yes yes it's impossible for me to not blog it, so you can just TELL I was really busy. Busiest days of my life, seriously. I couldn't even rest a while to relax myself.
But of course the Version 2_0 post will come up soon. That's me finally venturing into the twentysomething world (technically it's still twenty-nothing but what the heck).
And oh yeah, because of my transcription job I had to give up writing an article for the March issue of the Ridge. I wanted to write, seriously, because it's already difficult enough to get published, what more in the final issue of the year, in April, where all the Outspoken desk writers will presumably turn in something (that's according to my desk editor Asraf).
Hmm.. but in other writing news, I went for this Straits Times focus group discussion at UCC. It was cool man, learned a lot from the VP of Singapore Press Holdings (SPH), and got a lot of premium Dome goodies like muffins and tarts and good coffee (cheapskate) and a goodie bag which includes a cool Straits Times metal water bottle with a nice rubbery whatchamacallit case, and a commemorative coffee table book, 160 years of Straits Times, which is loaded with all these historical and cool pictures, yep among others.
And, still on writing news, my article for KR Hall Bulletin Board is up! It's the Anti-Valentine's Day issue, and mine's on page 7, I think. Haha. Check it out here. The Ridge is a different story of course, because for one, the editors are selective, and I found it pretty neat that they chose my article for the January issue after well, a long wait. Haha. There's no online version methinks, but maybe I'll post my article up here sometime.
And in music news, NUS Choir is singing a Beatles medley! Haha was I overjoyed when I learned we'll be singing the Beatles! Haha, never mind if we had too many songs already, I think this was needed to bring in more oomph to the repertoire. So yep yep, come come to Varsity Voices 2006, An Evening of Flower Songs, by the NUS Choir. It's on the 4th of March, 7:30 PM at the University Cultural Centre Hall.
Haha, can't you just tell I'm bursting with a lot of things to say? Haha. I'm beat, but that can't stop me from spurting away gibberish man. I'm just thinking of the $400 slave labour payment that will soon make its way to my bank account. Haha, finally a birthday gift to self. Ciao! Must get muggin'!
Version 1_9
Version 1_9
Haha. Here I am, wondering how on earth the past few days turned out to be the way they were. I certainly hadn't planned any of this, that's for sure. I did not plan the eyebags and the accompanying fatigue, I did not plan the sudden caffeine rush to wake myself during long and winding lectures, I did not plan on eating whatever strange thing it was that almost made me puke today.
I had good plans leading to this day, that I'm sure of. I wanted to do this and that, secret masterplans that will just have to be chucked away for the meantime.
I was looking at the mirror yesterday morning, in preparation for my 8AM Regression Analysis test, when I was suddenly reminded of what my high school friend Erine told me one day a few years back.
"You look awful, Joseph," she said one afternoon. Vain little Joseph was taken aback. This was high school, so you can imagine how it must've felt. "Really?" I said, still couldn't quite believe that she had the audacity so say something that blunt to my face. "Yeah."
I looked at her intently and saw that she had a look of sincere and utmost concern. That was the time of countless lab reports, articles to submit, lectures to catch up on, and quizzes and tests to endure. Maybe she was right.
I look at myself in the mirror now and well, with the tremendous amount of work I've set upon myself, how can I not look awful? But nah, I just shrug it off.
I'm still not regretting any of my decisions of late. I'm finally earning my first pay of sorts, for doing this transcription job that I'm mighty proud. I'm feeling good about myself, really. I feel surrounded by love of friends and family. Never mind the occasional bumps; it takes precious little to make me happy anyway, awful-looking or not.
Version 2_0 is coming up very soon. Bring it on, baby.
Haha. Here I am, wondering how on earth the past few days turned out to be the way they were. I certainly hadn't planned any of this, that's for sure. I did not plan the eyebags and the accompanying fatigue, I did not plan the sudden caffeine rush to wake myself during long and winding lectures, I did not plan on eating whatever strange thing it was that almost made me puke today.
I had good plans leading to this day, that I'm sure of. I wanted to do this and that, secret masterplans that will just have to be chucked away for the meantime.
I was looking at the mirror yesterday morning, in preparation for my 8AM Regression Analysis test, when I was suddenly reminded of what my high school friend Erine told me one day a few years back.
"You look awful, Joseph," she said one afternoon. Vain little Joseph was taken aback. This was high school, so you can imagine how it must've felt. "Really?" I said, still couldn't quite believe that she had the audacity so say something that blunt to my face. "Yeah."
I looked at her intently and saw that she had a look of sincere and utmost concern. That was the time of countless lab reports, articles to submit, lectures to catch up on, and quizzes and tests to endure. Maybe she was right.
I look at myself in the mirror now and well, with the tremendous amount of work I've set upon myself, how can I not look awful? But nah, I just shrug it off.
I'm still not regretting any of my decisions of late. I'm finally earning my first pay of sorts, for doing this transcription job that I'm mighty proud. I'm feeling good about myself, really. I feel surrounded by love of friends and family. Never mind the occasional bumps; it takes precious little to make me happy anyway, awful-looking or not.
Version 2_0 is coming up very soon. Bring it on, baby.
Heavy days
Heavy days
Haha the title just popped off my head and just realized, haha I hope nobody relates it with that euphemism used in commercials about, um, monthly feminine care. Hehe.
Anyway, I am officially seriously exhausted. If I were a bank account, the balance is running way too low, and soon, if I don't get reloaded anytime soon, I might be closed and discarded.
I did not want to spend the past and next few days this way initially, but then the opportunity presented itself and, jobless-since-birth Joseph was blinded by the moolah, and tada, here he is, doing semi-slave labor. But the pay is good Jose, and that could be a terrific birthday gift to self on 8th March. *mischievous laughter*
Haha, I have to do *mischievous laughter* one more time just because. =P
Anyway, I suspect I have loosened some screws in the head, but that's all right, because I perfectly know why I'm acting strange. Partly due to the long hours I worked and will work staring at the PC, pushing different buttons, and typing like mad, partly due to the two articles I have to submit to my different editors, partly due to the essay I've long been cooking up in my head for secret purposes, partly due to missed dinner and virtually nobody's in hall while I'm working my ass off, partly due to fatigue carried on from last week, partly due to tense and/or intensive conversations with people through different media, and in large part due to the Regression Analysis killer quiz on Monday morning.
Haha I just hope I even wake up in time on Monday.
I'll live. Jesus give me strength. And thanks to my uppers, you know who or what you are. Haha whatever that meant.
4:15 and it's time to sleep! And oh yeah, happy birthday to my favorite roomie-who-never-was, Pacey! He's gone for this year-long overseas program in Bio Valley in Philadelphia, but he's spending today in New York! Haha take care you!
Haha the title just popped off my head and just realized, haha I hope nobody relates it with that euphemism used in commercials about, um, monthly feminine care. Hehe.
Anyway, I am officially seriously exhausted. If I were a bank account, the balance is running way too low, and soon, if I don't get reloaded anytime soon, I might be closed and discarded.
I did not want to spend the past and next few days this way initially, but then the opportunity presented itself and, jobless-since-birth Joseph was blinded by the moolah, and tada, here he is, doing semi-slave labor. But the pay is good Jose, and that could be a terrific birthday gift to self on 8th March. *mischievous laughter*
Haha, I have to do *mischievous laughter* one more time just because. =P
Anyway, I suspect I have loosened some screws in the head, but that's all right, because I perfectly know why I'm acting strange. Partly due to the long hours I worked and will work staring at the PC, pushing different buttons, and typing like mad, partly due to the two articles I have to submit to my different editors, partly due to the essay I've long been cooking up in my head for secret purposes, partly due to missed dinner and virtually nobody's in hall while I'm working my ass off, partly due to fatigue carried on from last week, partly due to tense and/or intensive conversations with people through different media, and in large part due to the Regression Analysis killer quiz on Monday morning.
Haha I just hope I even wake up in time on Monday.
I'll live. Jesus give me strength. And thanks to my uppers, you know who or what you are. Haha whatever that meant.
4:15 and it's time to sleep! And oh yeah, happy birthday to my favorite roomie-who-never-was, Pacey! He's gone for this year-long overseas program in Bio Valley in Philadelphia, but he's spending today in New York! Haha take care you!
Time's a-wasting
Time's a-wasting
clock's a-ticking
work's a-piling (up)
head's a-spinning
Joseph's a-(sports)writing,
a-triple-article-writing,
a-tutorial-doing,
a-singing
a-reading
a-brainstorming
and still,
a-blogging.
Who would've thought the Road to Twenty would be as bumpy as this?
But nope, Joseph's not a-complaining one bit.
clock's a-ticking
work's a-piling (up)
head's a-spinning
Joseph's a-(sports)writing,
a-triple-article-writing,
a-tutorial-doing,
a-singing
a-reading
a-brainstorming
and still,
a-blogging.
Who would've thought the Road to Twenty would be as bumpy as this?
But nope, Joseph's not a-complaining one bit.
