In Shape

I need to get my mind in shape. No, really, I can't continue floating like I'm still on holidays because my first mid-term is, eeeps, 6 days away. Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!! And blogging doesn't help the situation. Neither does checking dramabeans.com every 2 minutes. Neither does reading vet blogs. Last semester, which went by fantastically as I achieved the once thought impossible 4.0...well it was only 3 half courses, but it was a full course load since I have 2 full year courses. So there, bragging rights justified! Now I have to keep this up if I want to be a useful person and live sincerely. So that means I have to at least spend 17 hours each week studying. That's the overall average amount of hours I spent studying each week last semester apparently. And indeed, it doesn't seem like a whole lot, so maybe I should amp it up in my final term. *Sigh* Great expectations...

Must also get my body in shape-ish. As much as I can so as not to jeopardize the mind shaping since I really don't like the amount of prep work that's involved in exercising. I mean, I love the actual activity, well, fine depending on the activity. But I despise the whole packing, transportation, change room, shower, groom, etc business. Honestly, if I had my way I'd do everything in my pjs and maybe shower once a week. Eeew, I know, I'll be shunned by society if I had my way. Though that's not to say I don't like being clean and keeping things neat. I'm nothing if not a perfectionist. I'm positive I could live as the cleanest person who ever lived in her pjs. Yep, I'm just a jumble of contradictions.

Pasta Mysterious

Hmmm, this is curious. Very curious. It seems that I possess a bottomless stomach when it comes to my mom's spaghetti. I don't mean it as in it's so delicious that I could eat it everyday for the rest of my life. Simply put, I do not get full from eating this spaghetti. But I guess I will stop now, since it's approaching the level of food procrastination, wherein I stuff my face just to keep myself busy from actual work.

Boys Over Flowers

Lately I've been having this urge to watch Boys Over Flowers again. I know, I suspect this to be one of the first signs of the apocalypse too. I'm going to blame it on the serious drama withdrawal I'm going through. To be honest though, I wouldn't mind re-watching BOF... but only the parts with LMH in it. Plus I do love the original story despite its anti-feministic core. Ahhh... must...need....drama...crack.... *breaks into a cold sweat*

Firsts

Last night was free pub night and I met a few girls who were having their first ever beer in their first ever pub. I'm not that big of a beer fan, as it is "an acquired taste" (read: tastes bad until you forget how bad it tastes.) But as much as I enjoy trying out new things for myself, I get an equal level of excitement watching people try new things. It's like a second-hand experience of sorts. One girl's expression after her first few sips was quite amusing. It was cute how she was taking the smallest, most immeasurable, cautious sips ever, while her friends complained about being here the whole night at her rate of consumption. Haven't we all been there?

But I was also somewhat miffed when I heard one of them saying that they might as well go all out since she'll never see any of these people again. It's not so much that I was offended by her comment as I took pity on her outlook. Because I wish everyone could live in the moment every second of their life instead of being so protective. Of course, I definitely need to heed my own advice as well. But isn't it just the same that because these are once in a life time moments that we should take out as much as we can from the experience? I mean, life is a one-time go too. Our weird logic never cease to amaze me.

Curious dreams

I had one of those dreams where I try my darn hardest to keep it going. No, I'm not refering to that darn film Inception. I'd fruitlessly burrow my head into my blanket despite knowing that my efforts would only end up my being late for school. But it was one of those dreams that bubbles with hope for a deeper meaning behind it, that at the end of the dream there will be nirvana, a pot of gold, that if I can only keep dreaming I'll have it all figured out and everything will fall into its place...... Yep, I dreamed about Yoo Ah-in and Song Joong Ki. It's this drama addict's equivalent to nirvana.

Are you different because you're lonely? Or are you lonely because you're different?

Yoo Ah In's Cine 21 Nov 2010 interview is perhaps my favourite celebrity interview ever. Actually, having spent the past few days reading all his interviews I could get my hands on (time well spent!!) he's pretty much my favourite interviewee. Granted, it takes the right interviewer with a certain degree of skill to conduct an awesome interview in which readers actually gain real insight about the inner workings of said celebrity. At least that's my take =)

Anyway, my favourite question (though there were many that I really liked) is "Are you different because you're lonely? Or are you lonely because you're different?" I had to think about this on the bus (where all my greatest thinking takes place!) for a bit to formulate my own response: I'm lonely because I'm different. I honestly believe that everyone is lonely and that we all put up with it with varying abilities and success given what we have or lack. I just happen to be one of those who got the short end of the stick, so I tend to overcompensate this difference by being super optimistic. I mean, otherwise what else am I suppose to do? Sulk and cry and hope for some secret benefactor? (ha!) It's a tough principle to follow at times, but it's also sort of the only way for me to survive. That was pretty melodramatic, but it's the truth... I seriously can't imagine going by my day-to-day activities without giving things a lighter spin.

Priceless

Oh boy, this is so priceless. Just to what extent am I affected by dramas? Here's a little morning moment for proof.

Lately, I've been in a bind for money. As a result of last Christmas shopping, bubble tea overconsumption, impending banquet, impending ski trip.... all of which I ought to be able to control by simply refusing to go/drink. But I'm a person of weak will where bubble tea is concerned. It's like the food equivalent of a good drama for me. So when I woke up to pay my bills grudgingly and discovered my account to have much more money than I recalled I thought, "OMG! Do I have a secret benefactor who has come to pity my financial pitfall? Perchance even a wealthy secret admirer?" A brief Cinderella fantasy sequence played in my head. Then I paused for even more wishful thinking about who it could be and came up with nil. When I finally clicked to check for some indication who this good will could be from............ student loan services.

Reality sucks.