You know how they say that a long wait just gives way to an anticlimax? Like a man imprisoned for 40 years, living on cigarettes and a carved picture of his wife gets out and then proceeds to ... figure out what to do. There's so many things. He could jump off a cliff. Or kiss a random woman. Or run in front of a car on the Autobahn and see if it bounces off his incredible outer shell.
Of course it doesn't. He ends up dead, in jail again, or dead. Which is why i chose to watch Casino Royale. But that's beside the point.
The first few days leading up to the spm was torture. I needed all the help i could get - support from Wen Qi with her its not too bad... is it? smses, to Abigail's last minute inspiring bible verses, to flipping through an old diary i wrote in early form 3, when the pmr was looming over the horizon. Gee, i sounder so ... young then. Like unwashed cloth hanging out to dry and catching the breeze from a nearby sulphuric acid spewing factory. And you know what i realize? A simple:
A load of things are running through my head now. I'll be planning to devoting my entire first week to UGS alone, seeing as the forum needs both its admins back for a rehaul and strategic direction. Plus the UGS blog. You members reading this listen up! We're not dying! In fact the stuff happening there are spreading in directions unseen by Kenny and i.
The rest of my holidays? I dunno yet. I'll be drafting a list of objectives tomorrow, after i clean up my room (you guys should see the papers everywhere! And the piles of notes i scribbled while studying! Urrgh!). I was thinking of reading shakespeare and listening to at least Mozart's entire oeuvre. Or Prokofiev. Or Vivaldi. Or at least every piano concerto i can get my hands on. That would be interesting.
Other than that? Playing DoW/halo and reading and coding, trying to be a more cultured (yeah right, who you're kidding?) person and finishing my latest project, most of you should know that usually means a novel. Plus now i have a free hand to join church activities, and play judo till i'm sore!
Maybe it wasn't such an anticlimax after all. Beyond gated hell lies paradise.
PS: An actual sms from Garrick the day before the SPM started:
Ish.
