how do you spell "sian"?
my house is suddenly quiet today. eerily quiet.
the moment i've been dreading finally came yesterday - my brother was busily packing his bags for singapore, making preparations for the start of a new term over there.. as usual, ma never fails to stuff his bags with biscuits - sort of a space filler whenever we felt the bags were too light - and his ears with words of wisdom ("don't play too much games", "concentrate on your engineering modules instead of japanese" etc etc). i busied myself with the task of copying my brother's mammoth library of japanese dramas and movies - i think i copied at least 10 gig worth of visual treats from his computer, in preparation of my 2 more months of whiling away at home.. at least i have stuff to do in the morning, when the tv programmes here are close to being unwatchable..
our goodbyes were pretty swift - since it's not the first time he's going back there to study, and he wasn't the 13-year old kid that first said goodbye to home ages ago.. but deep within i sort of missed him, as i had spent 2 months rotting at home with him.. i daresay his presence slows down the decomposition process of my neural systems by inhibiting the frightening effects of boredom..
now that he's gone back, i'm bracing myself against the full force of.. emptiness =S it's kinda contradictory: when i was working, i was looking forward to the days where i could slack all morning, and just busy myself with the task of killing trolls and goblins and basically any creature that unluckily happened to be in my virtual path; but when i'm slacking, i'm constantly thinking of what to do next.. part of me says that doing nothing is like a crime, while the other half reminds me that i would never enjoy such a long break anymore (unless circumstances prove otherwise in uni =).. i psycho-ed myself into buying a lot of non-fiction books last year and the year before "to prepare for the long break after 'A's" but now when i pick up a book to read, my mind just couldn't concentrate on it for long.. after like 20 minutes of reading, i would feel very restless and wander almost always to the keyboard.. now i understand why my laptop was so expensive - they installed invisible magnets under the power button that happen to only attract my index finger..
crap - it's almost 1.30, and ma would be coming back with lunch soon.. better wait near the main door for it..
the moment i've been dreading finally came yesterday - my brother was busily packing his bags for singapore, making preparations for the start of a new term over there.. as usual, ma never fails to stuff his bags with biscuits - sort of a space filler whenever we felt the bags were too light - and his ears with words of wisdom ("don't play too much games", "concentrate on your engineering modules instead of japanese" etc etc). i busied myself with the task of copying my brother's mammoth library of japanese dramas and movies - i think i copied at least 10 gig worth of visual treats from his computer, in preparation of my 2 more months of whiling away at home.. at least i have stuff to do in the morning, when the tv programmes here are close to being unwatchable..
our goodbyes were pretty swift - since it's not the first time he's going back there to study, and he wasn't the 13-year old kid that first said goodbye to home ages ago.. but deep within i sort of missed him, as i had spent 2 months rotting at home with him.. i daresay his presence slows down the decomposition process of my neural systems by inhibiting the frightening effects of boredom..
now that he's gone back, i'm bracing myself against the full force of.. emptiness =S it's kinda contradictory: when i was working, i was looking forward to the days where i could slack all morning, and just busy myself with the task of killing trolls and goblins and basically any creature that unluckily happened to be in my virtual path; but when i'm slacking, i'm constantly thinking of what to do next.. part of me says that doing nothing is like a crime, while the other half reminds me that i would never enjoy such a long break anymore (unless circumstances prove otherwise in uni =).. i psycho-ed myself into buying a lot of non-fiction books last year and the year before "to prepare for the long break after 'A's" but now when i pick up a book to read, my mind just couldn't concentrate on it for long.. after like 20 minutes of reading, i would feel very restless and wander almost always to the keyboard.. now i understand why my laptop was so expensive - they installed invisible magnets under the power button that happen to only attract my index finger..
crap - it's almost 1.30, and ma would be coming back with lunch soon.. better wait near the main door for it..