I Know What You Did Last Weekend

Semi-Productive

Over the weekend, I did up my individual report for the project. It’s not done yet, but it’s close. This means that I can spend the whole week on my presentations and lab report. Wow, it wasn’t so long ago when the exams seemed a little far away. They’re too close for comfort now.

I didn’t exactly manage to accomplish a lot over the weekend, but it’s better than nothing, and at least it now looks as if I have some realistic chance of finishing the race. We’re not out of the woods yet, but it’s looking better. It’ll all be over in about ten days (or under), after I’ve completed my presentations and finished up with the final test of the semester.

Ideas

Some ideas, here and there, but nothing completely satisfactory for a new project. I had all of these nice ideas before, yes, and I was so keen on making it this massive project that was going to occupy me for a few years. But the way things tend to go for me, I spend all my time planning and planning and planning, then I find that it’s not working one morning and I dive straight into another idea completely. It was the case with The River, which I thought of one morning on the way to school and after abandoning a project of a few years. It was also the case with Bukit Merah, which I did after some substantial planning into something else that I abandoned completely. I made almost no notes on Bukit Merah at all.

I kind of think it will be the same this time.

Mang Is Here

My sister’s cat has been deposited at our place for a few days. It’s always nice to see Mang. I remember when she was still a stray, all those years ago, and I was, what, 13? 14? Can’t really remember. But it is nice to see her; Mang is love.

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Not Quite Goodbye, Mario

Too Loud

The new cat (named Mario… did I tell you?) found a new home yesterday, and left us in the night night. I was going to tell you this:

Hope he settles in well there. I’m sure it’ll be fine. And I’ll hopefully be visiting him every now and then.

But in any case, hope you enjoyed your stay here, Mario.

Then he came back. Because he was too loud for them. Well, it’s true that he does have a particularly loud voice. I think he basically couldn’t adapt, especially with the prospective owner’s cats, so it was best for him to come back anyway. Welcome back, Mario.

Too Many Ideas

Sometimes, you just get too many ideas, to the point of you struggling to write them down. The problem with this is you’ll never use half of them anyway, and if you tried, you’d only be doing yourself a disservice. The truth is, with these sorts of things, most of the ideas that turn up are nonsense ideas anyway, but you just keep thinking that for every hundred of these, there’s going to be at least one. There must be one.

School

Boring as it is to talk about these same things over and over again (well, but it is a journal), school has been rather remarkably busy these days. There’s still a test or two to deal with, some lab sessions and a project thing that I’ll be grappling with this week.

Tastes Change

I kind of have a feeling I wrote this down somewhere before, but I’ll just guess that it wasn’t here. I read Atonement not too far back, about a couple of weeks ago, and the funny thing is, I’d read it all before a few years, and the effect it produced on the two occasions was completely different. Back then, I absolutely adored it, but it’s been more of a calm respect for the novel in my most recent outing. In fact, I struggled to get into it at first. There was just a sense of alienation that I couldn’t quite put a finger to. I think it can only be attributed to a change in my tastes in books. I mean, it does sound like a perfectly reasonable thing, but now that I’ve actually experienced it first-hand, I can’t quite shake the tingles, as if something’s not quite right.

Funny sensation, this.

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New Cat

Here’s my new cat.

He doesn’t yet have a name. At least not a fixed one.

We found him outside sleeping under a car. He was wearing a collar that seemed too tight for him and his fur was all up in tangles. The car went driving off and he didn’t move an inch, and it was then that we realised it would be dangerous for him outside.

He’s four years old.

We snipped off the knotted fur, removed the collar, and fed him. He seems happier now.

He mews very loudly.

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