The post-exam phase never fails to be punctuated by several bleary-eyed mornings and deviating from my usual wake-up time by half an hour; the by-product of being huddled in front of the laptop - occasionally with dad - having late night movie sessions. As of this day, the Grand Budapest Hotel never fails to amaze (as does Wes Anderson), The Pianist leaves behind stark impressions, and High Rise is plain depressing.
Anyway, back to early mornings! Breakfast at home is always a must (I've spent too much of my childhood dropping crumbs left right and center in my mum's car), and most mornings, its a bowl of oatmeal or pancakes, if I've got some stocked up in the freezer. But recently, the weather has been atrociously hot, and contrary to what some believe, yes, there IS a limit to how much bircher muesli and chia puddings that one can consume.
This leaves one answer, and one answer only: granola parfaits.
Starting this post has been a little of a challenge. Being indecisive about what to write about, jittery from sitting beside someone whose identity you want to confirm in a cafe during lunch hour, as well as distracted by a chai latte from said cafe contributes towards an unholy amalgam of emotions. And not to mention frustrated that the A key on my keyboard wouldn't work right (though its about time, since I a-aaaaaaaaaalways keep punching it). AAAAAAAAAlways. (ha! serves you right, A key)
*the following recounts a true, albeit dramatized experience I had on 06.09.16.
Picture this - a diet of insufficient sleep and too much caffeine. Blisteringly hot nights which leave you sweaty and sticky. Having to stay up late to finish assignments thanks to activities meant to help us "build discipline". And the worst bit - having no appliances to cook with, and only a microwave and refrigerator on hand.
Hello July, and hello boarding.
Sometime ago, I was moaning on about this. Now, it's back, with too much sugar being thrown into the mix. I'm not kidding. Sugar-high is REAL. Anyhow, it's been an insane week, with so many things going on for me on top of the usual schoolwork. I'm just glad to be home for the weekend.
Anyhow, an update on my internet coming-and-goings : I've got an interview article published on Browse Knots - check it out here - which was so fun to do. Also, how are y'all liking the new design of the blog?
I come today, to write. To write for the sole purpose of writing, and to immerse myself in the task. (I come to reminisce as well). It's not going to be too long and complex, like this simple one-jar oatmeal is.
I say it as I would sigh, or say the name of a long-lost friend. It's become so much more than what it was a mere year ago. It now has the rules of structure, the laws of language enforced, weaved and folded within, akin to how pastry dough is folded, flattened and folded again for those crisp, buttery pockets of air. But I digress. Writing has more reality, less possibility. Less of those peep-among-the-clouds text, but the keep-feet-planted-on-ground type. Firmly, too.
Don't get me wrong here. I still love the art of writing - of producing works with originality and creativity. Fiction. I live with my head among the clouds sometimes, dreaming and wandering in some fictional universe. I now look at words differently, with a critical, inquiring eye. Texts now appear as passages to analyse, to pull apart and to piece together.