Where do i begin?
quite a bit has happened in the past few non-update-y days, but not much with value significant enough to mention. in summary, gastric flu's over, leaving a tremendous loss in appetite (can drink but can't eat), turned down and had a potential job offer taken back at the same time due to...issues, played 280 consecutive minutes of pool. 3 days of my life in less than 40 words.
in the past 11 years, up to when i can actually remember most of my childhood, december has always been the month of change. this year, i'm not expecting it to be different. sounds like a paradox. or poor expression. in this holiday season, i *know* that i'll definitely strain a few friendships, perhaps to irreparable extent. not all my decisions will be the best, and i will be forced to live with the results.
i find that changes are taking place within me as well. no, this isn't a "what's hair doing there?" change, but more of an ability which i've lost, namely, the ability to make my pictures tell their story well. it's been like this since the farewell assembly, and at the recent grad night as well. i can no longer decide when and where to take timely photos, resulting in a fragmented whole picture. while staring at my collection of photos from the abovementioned two events, i often think 'where did this part of the day go?' it's terribly frustrating, and i hope it's a temporary block.
my writing's suffered too. there have been no reviews on my latest chapter on fanfiction.net, and as any writer knows, it's a tremendous blow to the ego. the original plan was to finish up all 15-20 chapters up by the end of the month, but i think that the original plan may have to be shortened to 10 chapters due to lack of material, and even then, the deadline may not be met. oh the pressure of being a writer sometimes - and to think i'm not even working on any major project.
the 4 days ahead are looking rather boring. aside from an occasional pool session, i don't think there's going to be anything much to occupy my time, seeing that some friends' schedules are unaccomodating. seeing as that's the case, i think i had better make use of this sudden block of free time to make up my christmas list and settle the shopping which will surely follow. deciding what your family and friends would really like is never easy, both on the mind and pocket. there have been a few half-baked decisions swimming about in my mind, but there's nothing concrete yet. time to get down to serious thinking.
quite a bit has happened in the past few non-update-y days, but not much with value significant enough to mention. in summary, gastric flu's over, leaving a tremendous loss in appetite (can drink but can't eat), turned down and had a potential job offer taken back at the same time due to...issues, played 280 consecutive minutes of pool. 3 days of my life in less than 40 words.
in the past 11 years, up to when i can actually remember most of my childhood, december has always been the month of change. this year, i'm not expecting it to be different. sounds like a paradox. or poor expression. in this holiday season, i *know* that i'll definitely strain a few friendships, perhaps to irreparable extent. not all my decisions will be the best, and i will be forced to live with the results.
i find that changes are taking place within me as well. no, this isn't a "what's hair doing there?" change, but more of an ability which i've lost, namely, the ability to make my pictures tell their story well. it's been like this since the farewell assembly, and at the recent grad night as well. i can no longer decide when and where to take timely photos, resulting in a fragmented whole picture. while staring at my collection of photos from the abovementioned two events, i often think 'where did this part of the day go?' it's terribly frustrating, and i hope it's a temporary block.
my writing's suffered too. there have been no reviews on my latest chapter on fanfiction.net, and as any writer knows, it's a tremendous blow to the ego. the original plan was to finish up all 15-20 chapters up by the end of the month, but i think that the original plan may have to be shortened to 10 chapters due to lack of material, and even then, the deadline may not be met. oh the pressure of being a writer sometimes - and to think i'm not even working on any major project.
the 4 days ahead are looking rather boring. aside from an occasional pool session, i don't think there's going to be anything much to occupy my time, seeing that some friends' schedules are unaccomodating. seeing as that's the case, i think i had better make use of this sudden block of free time to make up my christmas list and settle the shopping which will surely follow. deciding what your family and friends would really like is never easy, both on the mind and pocket. there have been a few half-baked decisions swimming about in my mind, but there's nothing concrete yet. time to get down to serious thinking.
-thingy of the day: Parents who are too strict have simply forgotten how to be young.-
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