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Saturday, August 26
Pop-tarts are sweeter than you.
I suppose life is beginning to look up.
Classes are generally an enjoyment (and just wait 'til the male models come!); hall life is filled with nights of mahjong and suppers; my Macbook is here; my Maestro guitar is on the way.. ... Brilliant. Throw in a hot boyfriend and my satisfaction quota for the next year or so would have been maxed out. Or should have.
Oddly enough, these few weeks have cruised by without so much as a skip in my heartbeat. Except perhaps the time when I overloaded on oil-laden pork slices at Marina Bay. It's not the excitement that kills, but the languid moments in between where I try to catch my breath and realise I can't breathe at all. It's when I throw open my room door in an attempt to connect myself somehow with everything going on around me (along with dismal attempts to capture a non-existent breeze), all the time knowing I'm still shut inside.
What I am trying to say, for those who have been thrown off your tracks by my runaway train of thought, is that something needs to change - that something of which, in all probability, would be my own mindset. Or maybe the speed of my virtually-defunct ceiling fan.
Being in uni is like having your whole life condensed into one environment. What used to be a very neatly compartmentalised list of friends from Cedar, CJ, Judo, Bay, etc. are now thrust together and blurred amist long-forgotten ones like PLMGPS, and newly-unfamiliar ones like ADM, Hall 14 and so on. And I am finding it exceedingly difficult to juggle and maintain this new web of relationships I've acquired, without damaging or neglecting the old.
MSN groups just got a hell lot more complicated.
... And what's funny is that people actually think I'm quiet. (I heard that snigger.) But what's funnier is that, yknow what, I am. Am terribly bad at warming up to new people, that is. Oh well, God help them when I do.
In the meantime, let me quote Gwen Stefani (or, G.Stef, for those in the know) in saying: This shit is bananas.