Thursday, June 16, 2011
Rawr
Today, I woke up from a bad dream. It made me realize how lucky I am to live in the reality and not in the dream world, where many things don't make sense and the people around me were not acting like their usual lovely selves. Phew.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Flipping forward
What has university done to me?
I am currently reading a book by Jodi Picoult, named House Rules. I used to enjoy her books very much - I feel that she devours deeply into each character while delivering a intense, emotional story. I cried in one of her previous books. However, as I am reading this book, written in the same style, I can't help but flip forward hundreds of pages to see if I can skip forward and get to the exciting parts.
I used to like reading the characters thoughts, their past experiences cause I felt that allowed me to get to know them better. And now, I just keep thinking "I don't have time to read all of this, just get to the good part about the mystery and what happened." The funny thing is that I do have time, but keep telling myself otherwise. I keep thinking that I should read it the whole thing more carefully when I have more time, but when will I have more time than now, when I am out of school for the summer?
In the past year particularly, I have found myself rushing myself more to make sure I get stuff done. I have given myself more pressure to make sure I don't waste time and stay on top of things. It's a good mentality to have during busy times at university, but I feel it does affect me during my free time. I find I walk so fast to get from point A to point B and sometimes I need to slow down and look at the scenery.
Or maybe I am just reading into this too much (pun intended!). Maybe I just need a more exciting book. After all, I did just finish reading a book about a zombie apocalypse. And damn, it was exciting.
P.S. Now I feel that the first line of this blog post is way too dramatic, but I am just going to leave it.
P.P.S. The zombie book did play with me psychologically a bit, because for a fleeting moment, I thought my sister was a zombie. Seriously. She was outside, it was getting dark and she was hunched over and walking slowly towards me, her hair in her face. She wouldn't answer when I called her name but she kept walking towards me. Gah. Turns out she was holding 2 heavy bags (hence being hunched over) and couldn't hear me cause she was on the phone, via her headset, with her boyfriend. Phew.
I am currently reading a book by Jodi Picoult, named House Rules. I used to enjoy her books very much - I feel that she devours deeply into each character while delivering a intense, emotional story. I cried in one of her previous books. However, as I am reading this book, written in the same style, I can't help but flip forward hundreds of pages to see if I can skip forward and get to the exciting parts.
I used to like reading the characters thoughts, their past experiences cause I felt that allowed me to get to know them better. And now, I just keep thinking "I don't have time to read all of this, just get to the good part about the mystery and what happened." The funny thing is that I do have time, but keep telling myself otherwise. I keep thinking that I should read it the whole thing more carefully when I have more time, but when will I have more time than now, when I am out of school for the summer?
In the past year particularly, I have found myself rushing myself more to make sure I get stuff done. I have given myself more pressure to make sure I don't waste time and stay on top of things. It's a good mentality to have during busy times at university, but I feel it does affect me during my free time. I find I walk so fast to get from point A to point B and sometimes I need to slow down and look at the scenery.
Or maybe I am just reading into this too much (pun intended!). Maybe I just need a more exciting book. After all, I did just finish reading a book about a zombie apocalypse. And damn, it was exciting.
P.S. Now I feel that the first line of this blog post is way too dramatic, but I am just going to leave it.
P.P.S. The zombie book did play with me psychologically a bit, because for a fleeting moment, I thought my sister was a zombie. Seriously. She was outside, it was getting dark and she was hunched over and walking slowly towards me, her hair in her face. She wouldn't answer when I called her name but she kept walking towards me. Gah. Turns out she was holding 2 heavy bags (hence being hunched over) and couldn't hear me cause she was on the phone, via her headset, with her boyfriend. Phew.
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