When?

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Now.

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Write

I’ve always fancied myself a writer of sorts. But then no one would have guess that from my infrequent blog post about nothing special and the frequent blank white screen that stares at me when assignment time comes around.

Last week for instance, I had to type up a page critiquing my performance and skill as a counsellor which to say is utter rubbish would be an understatement. But then when I enter that rare in the zone momment, the words flow, and within half an hour it was finish. This took plenty of hours of beating myself up to write and finish before I entered the zone.

Somehow I need to learn how to activate myself to sit down and do work. It’s been a month since I’ve told myself I’ll be a HD student, and so far I’ve done nothing to reflect it. I need to write a journal every week for one of my classes and obviously nothing is done but I best start to do it before my memory fades too much. Maybe I should type it up in my blog as a private post. There’s something really enticing about the blogging medium that just draws me into writing.

Don’t even get me started on drawing. Despite the art classes my parents invested into me, the best thing I could draw was the alphabet.

To be a good writer however requires one to be a good reader. Surprise, surprise I despise reading, actually it’s only when I’m made to read. When I have to read through pages and pages of journal articles, I can feel neural mass seeping out the holes of my skull. Yet, I spend an ardouous amount of time lurking the interwebs for more interesting blogs to read and breaking news to consume. Don’t get me wrong, some books that I’ve been made to read, I have thoroughly enjoyed such as Tom Stoppard’s Arcadia and Henrik Ibsen’s Ghost. To this I show my gratitude towards English Lit back in high school. If it wasn’t for Lit, I would not have gone to see Aunty Lena for tuition, and thus stemmed a love hate relationship with writing.

Though I’ll never ever foresee myself being a journalist or an author, there’s something enticing about the written word that still continues to captivate me. Especially when you can experience vivid imagery, soaring onomatopoeia, among the originality of irony and wit personalising what may be boring black ink on white paper.

The point of this post?

I just needed to write.

Oh and of course, using the time spent beating myself up trying to do research for assignments constructively by at least updating this blog.

In the zone activated. Now write!

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Week and a year later…

Yes, that is how old my blog has been.

With a new year comes a new update to the look.

The biggest reason I like it is cause of the colour scheme which is shared by that rather pretty Issey Miyake watch which can be seen in a  few post below.

My only qualm with this template is the placement of widgets at the bottom of the page.  Thus effecting a pruning of useless widgets like my flickr which I haven’t added anything too in over a year, and the beautiful tag cloud that only has one real category – the uncategorised cause I see organisations and systems in the chaos.

Like my room for instance, which I was on my way to clean when I finally decided to update my blog and give it a new look. Now onto the room…

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Wisdom

Something King Solomon asked for and got an abundance of. Add the word teeth to it and you have 4 extra teeth that is really unneccessary in this day and age of ultra hygenic sanitation. Why I say that? Well I believe that God in His infinite omniscient wisdom allows us to grow wisdom teeth about 20 years into our lives because we would by that age in ancient times with a lack of dental hygine would have bound to lost a few along the way, thus these wonderful wisdom teeth sprouted out to replace them. Wisdom in action.

Well really, this was overdue a few weeks back because I extracted all four of my wisdom teeth in one hit. No it was not as painful as it sounds thanks to the general anaesthetic. Despite the many people who tried to convince me that it hurts and hurts after the extraction, it was more an annoyance. The night I came home, I couldn’t close my mouth and all I could eat was ice cream and soup because I couldn’t chew but swallow only. Next day, not wanting to be caught up in bed as I was stuck in the hospital bed waiting very boredly for a few hours for surgery and sleeping a good 15 hours post surgery I decided to go to the sun and you can see my swollen up face on Amy Lee’s blog.

And to make the face even funnier, I was going through an attempt to connect my sideburns with my beard, what a joke. Maybe in a few more years I could potentialy have a full beard. Here’s wishing! T’was a sad day when I shaved it off a few days later, much to 99% of people’s approval. The other 1% comprised of me and only me.

But it’s all about me and only me. Thus to make me have more wisdom I’ve returned to tertiary studies for my fourth year. Not the hallowed grounds of UWA, but rather the mess they call Curtin. Now I shouldn’t really bag Curtin so much since in the past few weeks I’ve probably made more friends in psychology than I have in the past 3 years at UWA. Looks like it will be a pretty interesting year. From what I’ve learnt in the counselling workshop, I should really make these sentences more specific. We had to ’specificise’ the sentence “I don’t treat my partner well”, first thing that blurted out of my mouth was “I beat my wife”.

Don’t be scared my dear future potential wife who by faith is reading this blog and stalking me to find out my character. In reality, I will make a really really loving husband, who will after every child birth, stare down your spread legs screaming “one more!”till we hit 12 pamper you and treat you for the wonderfully beautiful, and exquisitely ravishing princess you are.

I will also create and serenade you with music that overflows from our heart which is one. And sing forth the countless and priceless attributes that you possess. But first, I’m gleaning wisdom from a part time course called electronic music production that cost a bomb which I swear to God I better not regret doing. So far this few weeks in doesn’t look very promising with some absolute idiots in class, and spent today wasting time in class learning about how to read sheet music and time signatures. *clap clap*.

But then, wisdom is never wasted, even after they have thrown out the 4 teeth at the back of your mouth, the gaps left behind will without fail capture any morsel of food it can sink its teeth into (or lack off).

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