The sun rises
and a new day begins
In the past two days, I have an accumulated sleep of about three hours. Is it insomnia? Could be.. Is it assessments? Most probably. To be perfectly honest though, it is quite simply every other student’s self-diagnosed disorder- chronic procrastinating..
I had a whole week to do three assessments, totalling 6,000 words. Instead I did it in three days, all the night before they where due. Am I proud? A little bit, I like this feeling of having a tiny sense of accomplishment, even if it affected all other forms of functioning.
I finished the last of this semester’s psych reports! I handed my assessment in this morning, sporting carefully camouflaged eye bags. My body’s main fuel has been caffeine, Im wired as a CPU (haha, corny) But all is well that ends well..
I have one (last) more assessment due! Thankfully this is not a report or a psychological essay.. Its a portfolio!! YIpee..
What causes stress in human beings. I probably would’ve answered, writing assessments and critical thinking. There where just countless times wherein I embodied the psycho in psychology. But enough of this depression and whatnot. Im reading good literature, keeping me sane and sober. Holden Caulfield held my hand and kept me company whilst my sad sorry eyes where stinging from the lack of sleep. Coupled with a hot cafe mocha from GJ, then I felt like I was floating in marshmallow heaven.
*SELF ACTUALISED Individuals, do not, I repeat, DO NOT PROCRASTINATE!
Heh.. really? Well, Im far from one, so no pressure..
Shiloh was like the son I never intended to have. Funny, how unexpected things just become come and bring out the light,of our once ignorant thoughts. He was by far one of my fondest memory in my mediocre 60 years of existence. The boy was a machine, a sponge; to eager and too adventurous, even for his own good. But, like many of his child-like impulses and impatient candor, his heart was in the right place.
I believed in that sentiment even now as he sat opposite next to me, in an orange jumpsuit. Our line of intimacy cut off by a transparent glass in between…
Its that time once again, next week is STUVAC- its seems that I always end up on this blog when its time for me to study. This time I really need to up my performance, Im taking some pretty dense classes that needs to be gone over and over (especially, since I still dont understand them wholeheartedly). Anyways, its been awhile!! I hate saying this, since it seems to have become a bad habit of mine. But, Hi to everyone. Nomads, Hoarder, non readers alike. At the start of this year, I have joined numerous book, uhm (forgot the word).. book… yerp, book challenges. Apologies. Anyways…
It seems that I wont be making any of them at all. Despite my initial goal of reading 50+ books this year, which I have done. None of the challenges appeal to me anymore (its quite unfortunate really). My reading habits has been in disarray lately, I just read and leave as I go. and I have come to like erotic fiction and adult fiction too.. before, you ask, no, I havent read 50 shades of grey. A lot of the recommendations came from goodreads, some nay recommendations but most of them have been wonderful. One in particular has been my favourite, check out ON THE ISLAND… Its an amazing story about a tutor and a student trapped on an island and its a story about survival; growth; maturity and love, seriously, though just check it out!! Anyways, I’ll keep on studying and I sincerely hope I pass my exams and all my classes. Wish me luck!!
from reading leisurely..
The title pretty much sums it all..
Hi to everyone on the cyberworld! I am semi officially back, from a hiatus (?). Uni is tiring and I just got myself a two week intra-week break which was supposed to be catching up on some uni readings when I have reverted back to procrastinating and leisure readings. I mentioned earlier that once uni started I wanted to start solely concentrating on my course readings, notes and academic shizznit related. I simply wanted to change and become more organises and academically minded, Fat lot that did me. I was out of funk for the first few weeks when uni started, I mean I liked my classes but I always felt like something was missing.
That something was leisure reading..
Life had become mundane, repetitive and I wanted something exciting in my life. I felt like I had forcefully avoided and left reading for fun for fear of that it would greatly affect my course work. My volition has crumbled, and since it has already affected my in a way, I went back to what I do best. Read!!
And so I am semi officially back, and I fervently agree to the above photo: MIND BLOWING POWER OF BOOKS!!!
They are my mood stabilisers, they are my drug that keeps me sane and stable. After being away from them from almost a month, I cave in a whole week and ended up reading, almost a months worth of novels (all hopelessly romantic sappy books btw).
Please go to my Goodreads and see my progress *smug face*, add me. I need more excitement and more bibliomaniac friends in my life (^__^).
Adios amigos!!!… for now
*May the reading force be with you always !!!
I absolutely and without a doubt, love libraries. It comes with the whole bibliophile territory- I am every bit as obsessed (perhaps even more ),excited as being in a library than I do at nightclubs- or wherever it is people my age go to, to unwind and be in the ‘zone’. I have been very fortunate to live in Sydney, where awesome libraries are abundant. I have been a member of three libraries; one from uni and the other two both from by previous and current residence. It has already been more than a year since we moved and I cannot help but to constantly compare both libraries; lets call one Library A and the other Library B:
Despite the 20 minute train ride (not to mention an additional 25 minute bus ride to the train station) I still am actively a member/regular borrower from the library from my previous residence. I love their service and I simply cannot say no to being a member of another town’s free books. No matter the distance and my unstable timetable, I still make it a point to visit both these libraries on a regular basis (I mean who says no to free books?) But it has come to my attention- as well as my nose. That Library B, has a distinct smell as soon as the automated entrance door opens. Library goers get to whiff through an unusually strong smell, I personally detest it.
I look forward to a heavenly day of browsing Library B’s bookshelves of newly shelved or released books, but definitely not looking forward walking past the entrance. As a person who has always been sensitive to smells and whatnot, I was curious as to what have been the trigger, I loved second hand book stores and the treasures and troves that we can all find from them. I love the smell of books, both new and old. So, I was a bit confused as to my initial reaction to the smell, it definitely wasn’t book related- there was even a time where I had to stomach the smell long enough to pin point as to where it originated from. I thought it came from the toilets but unfortunately I wasn’t able to properly pin point its exact location. So, you could say that up till now- a year and some months living in the same place, I have learnt to armed myself by pinching my nose. I mean why bother letting the entrance bother me, for much longer, when I know for a fact that I can thoroughly enjoy myself once I’m inside.
I pretty much just needed to vent. Thanks for listening/reading =)) I feel heaps better now..
Now, have you had some issues with your libraries? a quirk or a pet peeve perhaps?
Oooohh, Harriet the Spy has gone all technology advanced, must watch!! Like totally!!!
In case you weren’t able to detect the level of sarcasm on the above sentence then, Please save yourself the time and eye strain by skipping this ludicrously patronising movie.
When I was heaps younger, my mum bought me a videotaped copy of the original Harriet the Spy movie with Michelle Tratchenberg. It was love at first sight; I was fascinated, mesmerised and utterly and completely consumed by her world, her thoughts and inferences (which she thought were her observations) and stories inside her little book. Not to mention that awesome-esque yellow coat that completed that sleuth ensemble. The 7 year old me was adamant to become her- it ran its due course around, uhm,uhm, never mind..
Back to the movie:
[Young spy Harriet Welsch crosses paths with popular student Marion Hawthorne as the two girls vie to become the official blogger of their high school class. As Harriet struggles to hold the student body’s interest with her blogs, she finds a way to level up her candidacy in the form of Skander Hill- teenage celebrity heartthrob]
*This movie left me breathless. Breathless, in the sense that I was seething in anger at how crappy and mediocre the plot/acting/ storyline was. There was nothing and I repeat nothing justifiably redeeming about this shite of a movie. I know that this Harriet is a teenager and that would mean that she would have had lost her ‘cuteness’ and naivety in the original movie (or the books) in exchange for becoming her very own person- an assertive individual.
But no siree, she is a massive hyprocrite, she hides her ‘individuality’ and her ‘want of the truth and righteousness’ for an actual path to popularity and acceptance. This Harriet frowns on people’s misdemeanours and thinks so very highly of herself that she loses touch of reality- that the world does not revolve around her. I understand that she is a teenager and most of us would’ve easily done the same mistakes, but I still hated her attitude nonetheless. The ending was even worse, I mean, lets all hug and make up, and don’t worry about almost ruining my life since I got a better offer.. No seriously?!! WTF..
If this Harriet was in the real-world, what she’s doing is, and would be classified as stalking. A huge possibility that she would most likely end up in a juvenile penitentiary or a mental asylum or both, since she clearly has some issues she needs to sort out..