My astronomy module has made me pay incessant amounts of attention to the moon, be it night or day. It's fascinating to see the changes in moon shape, the tilt of the crescent, the varying widths of the arc of light, although it probably seems nutty to be waxing lyrical over what is currently a waxing gibbous (a certain moon shape).
Anyway the 'great leap of faith' I mentioned I would blog about is the fact that now I've officially transferred membership to the teeny church I'm currently in. That's all. After big things happen, normalcy ensues almost immediately it's as though the event never happened. Humans do have amazing powers of adaptation I am starting to believe. And strange things happen in the most unexpected ways.
The other leap of faith was signing up to die when I registered for my cello dip exams, and have now-black-haired quartet coach say 'you better have two lessons every week if not sure fail!'. What confidence he imbues. My cello teacher a.k.a Yoda says "Lisabet you must play with more confidence" (She's from Philippines) and I recall the last quartet coaching session where I just shrivelled up and died, like a thermometer exploding into a million quivering blobs of mercury.
Confidence is not characteristic of blobs like me.
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Thursday, March 29, 2007
just gotta keep reading/writing
To attempt to atone for my heinous sins of bitching about innocent unsuspecting social work students...
This semester has been fun. It's like everything is finally coming together and making sense and it's like this big flash of lightning right through the lightning conductor of myself. (That can also be read as 'I willingly invite destruction'). Apart from my occasional unfortunate 'lost in translation' moments with a particular lecturer whom I call Prints (because when she's not wearing Solids she's in Prints), the process of knowledge acquisition has been insanely gratifying. Perhaps it's because there are certain lecturers who talk about the more 'real' side of social work instead of the annoying idealism that fills the air very often during lectures. Maybe it's because this semester's project group mates have been nice and efficient, (or maybe I have moderated my expectations of group mates considerably). Either way, it's a wonder how I've attained this strange sort of peace - i've finally accepted my own decision to study social work ('study' does not equal 'practice'), although it's a bit late because it's already the 2nd Sem of the Third Year.
And it puzzles me how much I've aged, and not aged.
(Aww stop it already, life is too short for more existential angst rubbish!)
Till the next insanely busy period, may everyone reading this find peace in some little (or large) corner of their life by focusing on the One and Only Thing that Matters.
The next blog post will be, if I'm in a sufficiently self-reflective mode, on the Great Leap of Faith.
This semester has been fun. It's like everything is finally coming together and making sense and it's like this big flash of lightning right through the lightning conductor of myself. (That can also be read as 'I willingly invite destruction'). Apart from my occasional unfortunate 'lost in translation' moments with a particular lecturer whom I call Prints (because when she's not wearing Solids she's in Prints), the process of knowledge acquisition has been insanely gratifying. Perhaps it's because there are certain lecturers who talk about the more 'real' side of social work instead of the annoying idealism that fills the air very often during lectures. Maybe it's because this semester's project group mates have been nice and efficient, (or maybe I have moderated my expectations of group mates considerably). Either way, it's a wonder how I've attained this strange sort of peace - i've finally accepted my own decision to study social work ('study' does not equal 'practice'), although it's a bit late because it's already the 2nd Sem of the Third Year.
And it puzzles me how much I've aged, and not aged.
(Aww stop it already, life is too short for more existential angst rubbish!)
Till the next insanely busy period, may everyone reading this find peace in some little (or large) corner of their life by focusing on the One and Only Thing that Matters.
The next blog post will be, if I'm in a sufficiently self-reflective mode, on the Great Leap of Faith.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
the night before
I didn't realise I haven't blogged in one month. But it cannot be helped I suppose. Work is swamping me. And what am I doing here one day before my gender test and my research presentation? I don't know. To get rid of some of the many words swimming in my brain so I don't implode or anything.
Today was the last day of the KoolPurpleSkool term and it was cool. I was tricked by Chatterbox that it was going to be his last so we had a super slack lesson with him and QuietBoy pizz-ing away, and making random sounds on the cello, and he even conned me into meeting him on Club Penguin. Then just before he left the room he said, 'oh maybe I'm switching instruments. Maybe.' then he did his whole cheeky smile thing, and I literally growled at him.
Anyway I really went on Club Penguin, signed up and all, just to check it out, and I feel like a total paedophile or something because all the penguins there are so young, and although I know the purpose of the game is to make friends and talk to other penguins, everytime someone says 'Hi' I run away. Sorry for being rude but I'm just antisocial, live with it! My penguin has an igloo that is inaccessible because I am not a 'member' ( you have to pay money to get an igloo and clothes and hats and stuff). Oh well.
And so because I don't have an igloo I don't feel a sense of belonging to Club Penguin, so I left and came to Blogger. (This is along the lines of the 'logic' that if I have a HDB flat I will feel a sense of belonging to Sang-Nila-Utama-Land and not be a quitter. State-imposed 'logic' is spurious at best.) I left also because Chatterbox didn't specify where to meet. He said to meet at the North Pole but there are so many places at the North Pole, and I went into 'Snow Angel' but didn't find him. At least now I have a valid excuse for standing him up. The last time I totally forgot to log on. Oops. Thankfully, at age 8, Chatterbox is past the 'trust-mistrust' stage of Eriksson's theory.
It does sound like my brain is fried doesn't it?
Today was the last day of the KoolPurpleSkool term and it was cool. I was tricked by Chatterbox that it was going to be his last so we had a super slack lesson with him and QuietBoy pizz-ing away, and making random sounds on the cello, and he even conned me into meeting him on Club Penguin. Then just before he left the room he said, 'oh maybe I'm switching instruments. Maybe.' then he did his whole cheeky smile thing, and I literally growled at him.
Anyway I really went on Club Penguin, signed up and all, just to check it out, and I feel like a total paedophile or something because all the penguins there are so young, and although I know the purpose of the game is to make friends and talk to other penguins, everytime someone says 'Hi' I run away. Sorry for being rude but I'm just antisocial, live with it! My penguin has an igloo that is inaccessible because I am not a 'member' ( you have to pay money to get an igloo and clothes and hats and stuff). Oh well.
And so because I don't have an igloo I don't feel a sense of belonging to Club Penguin, so I left and came to Blogger. (This is along the lines of the 'logic' that if I have a HDB flat I will feel a sense of belonging to Sang-Nila-Utama-Land and not be a quitter. State-imposed 'logic' is spurious at best.) I left also because Chatterbox didn't specify where to meet. He said to meet at the North Pole but there are so many places at the North Pole, and I went into 'Snow Angel' but didn't find him. At least now I have a valid excuse for standing him up. The last time I totally forgot to log on. Oops. Thankfully, at age 8, Chatterbox is past the 'trust-mistrust' stage of Eriksson's theory.
It does sound like my brain is fried doesn't it?
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