It's over. Four years of institutional education culminated in a week-long span of exams. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. It's kind of surreal, innit?
The past week has been spent studying myself into oblivion - tossing myself headfirst into stacks of notes and trying, so, so hard, to memorize the different phases of cell development, reagents for a colorful range of reactions among other content from the three teetering stacks of notes beside my table. The notion that its all come to an abrupt halt is inconceivable, as if these subjects - hate or love them - have suddenly released their too-tight-its-painful clasp on me and "be free". I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
So, the exams may be over, and I may have learnt some things, and that pumpkin season may be enveloping everyone in it's uniquely gutsy way - I seriously do NOT like de-gutting pumpkin- but my brains still do function, which is why I'm sharing some new thoughts of mine here. (as if that wasn't new)
I've been feeling pretty b̶o̶r̶e̶d̶ d̶e̶p̶r̶e̶s̶s̶e̶d̶ g̶l̶o̶o̶m̶y̶ 吃饱太空闲 (direct google translate: eat too idle) lately, even though I've got tons more to do, with a presentation waiting to be completed and buns rising in the oven right now. It must be my premature quarter-life crisis. I'm bemoaning the meaningless of results and s̶l̶a̶v̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶b̶u̶m̶ ̶o̶f̶f̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶n̶e̶x̶t̶ ̶f̶e̶w̶ ̶d̶e̶c̶a̶d̶e̶s̶ getting a good job and scrimping and saving for the final years where I'm bedridden with arthritis and god-knows-what affliction. What fun.
As such, I've been on the hunt for things to fill my pockets of time with - more and more cooking, extensive reading marathons, yoga classes, more eating... More fun, more excitement, more more more. Nothing really seemed to help. Until someone suggested this brilliant solution to moi...
(Yes. The next thing to add to my ever expanding bucket list.)
Anyhoo, here's some things that I've been snickering at (or perhaps having a genuine laugh over) before Project world domination that I hope you'll benefit from more than I did:
I'm finally releasing this post to the world, after weeks of having it in my drafts folder. Weeks.
Despite that, I'm still hard finding the words to say what I intended to. I had this whole script planned out neatly, venting my frustration against caffeine, escalating book prices and the world at large. (angsty teenager much?) Anyhow, it's good that I didn't, in hindsight.
I have better things to talk about.
A Guide to (the art of) Forgetfulness
The holidays - they've arrived. They've settled in nicely and snugly (I hope).
But I'm not here to talk about the holidays, no, not today. Rather, I'm here on forgetfulness. The art of being absent-minded.
Like so many other things in my life, I view many things as art. Literature, contemporary art pieces, dinner, photographs. I see them as things which fulfill and enhance this life of mine. I find them enriching and a point which makes this existence so much more interesting. To jazz things up, if you wish.
But, why forgetfulness?