| Friday |
| posting for the sake of posting |
for the past three weeks, i had broken my weekly swing dancing ritual owing to chilly Melbourne nights. last night, i picked it back up, but the swing scene wasn't the same this time round. the club was a lot quieter, tamed and for the first time, the dance floor accommodated every dancer there so that there were no head/boob/ankle bashing.
i watched the dancers strut their moves on the roomy dance floor. every move seemed foreign to me, despite the fact that i have been a swing dancer for over 12 months. i felt like a beginner all over again, too afraid to get up, too afraid to hit the dance floor. but how could one refuse a dance when offered? first dance, i lost count, no rhythm, bad coordination and essentially, a being a terrible follow. my high spirits were further dampened by the very fact that i had only just recently spent $95 on a day of swing workshops. i need practice.
i sat back in the passenger seat of the car on my way home, pondering over the cause of the pain in my arms and shoulders. my body is used to swing moves and shouldn't cause me pain, particularly after a relatively light night. it took me a while until i finally worked out the culprit: Wii. i had been playing nintendo Wii till two o'clock in the morning the night before.
whilst the imaginative mind that invented the Wii deserves my full admiration, i would not consider myself a strong advocate of it, nonetheless, it does make it onto my list of past time activities. there are 5 different sporting games to choose from: golf, baseball, boxing, tennis and bowling. i rotated through all five in two hours, and pulled up the next morning with a painful right shoulder and left elbow, and i was merely simulating boxing moves. with video/computer games, i believe it's a successful game only if it stimulates the dopaminergic pathway in human brains. that is, if it gets me hooked on it. Wii fails in this respect.
onto the contrary, The Sims never fails to excite me. suited to those of creative minds and those who get kicks out of controlling someone else's life, it is a pc game where you design, build a house and a family, then take them through life. you get them a job, make money, go on vacations, buy pets and make love and eventually pop out a kid. and when you get sick of controlling a particular character, building a four walled brick compartment in which to enclose a sim is a simple solution to rid them. i am excited just talking about it. but i shouldn't get myself too hyped over it 'cause for some reason i can't bloody find the original cd rom, which means, i need to resort to the lengthy wait of ares download. *grunts* |
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| Wednesday |
| either way, i'm dead |
As uni students, we have no doubt been through the gruelling phases of sleep deprivation. We too often complain of not getting enough sleep 'cause of excessive workload, and once we get that rare chance to sleep in, like the phase that i am in right now, we get maximal use out of it. But apparently, not only is insomnia harmful, hyperinsomnia can be just as dangerous.
An article i recently chanced upon suggests an increased risk of parkinson's disease in people who over sleep.
uh oh.
I am not lacking in energy, nor am i sleepy, but when i get the chance, i just use sleep as one of my many past time leisure. A freakin' cold and muggy morning with minimal sunlight despite blinds being pulled wide open certainly provides another reason for me to snuggle back into my doona and snooze.
Motivation, i lack nowadays. I need commitments to get me up and going. |
| posted by sciurine @ 12:04 AM |
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| Thursday |
| life at a stand-still |
Today is Wednesday. I am officially three days into my three long weeks worth of holidays, and i am bored. It's not that i don't have things to do, but…well, yeah, it's that i have nothing to do.
Waking up to the afternoon sun, or there lack of, my mind was laden with thoughts of missions needing to be accomplished for that day. Zilch. I tossed over in bed and consciously attempted to chase my half-finished dream. If you gave me the chance to sleep in like a pig two weeks ago, i swear i could've kissed you, but right now, it seems as if the more i sleep, the more brain cells i lose - not that there were many to begin with.
I'm too efficient. Aside from homework and other important tasks, i get nonsense out of the way too quickly. I cleaned my room, washed all my clothes, changed new bed sheets, and even snuck in a full length movie all in a matter of hours. In hindsight, if only i had just paced myself and worked through it slowly, i might actually have something to waste my time on right now. But blogging is bliss.
Meanwhile, resting on my desk is a pile of un-read urgent mail from three different superannuation companies, all of whom i apparantly belong to. I've laboured in numerous jobs in the past five years, and only recently realised that each employer have signed me up to a different super funding, without my permission - at least, none that i was completely informed of. I should really read before i sign that dotted line, for maybe one day i'd unknowingly end up signing my life away to the small dungy restaurant known as maccas.
Despite enormous free time on my hands waiting to be wasted, i have yet to muster up the mind power to drag my arse out of the front door for a true run. I blame it on El Nino. This is where the treadmill comes in handy. With a switch of a button, you have a narrow piece of moving ground under your feet, whilst you simulate a running motion that will eventually tire you out. I used to worship this piece of invention, but after spending an hour of lifeless running on the spot yesterday, i cannot bare to use it again. I have recently developed the need for a mission when i run; to get somewhere for some reason, even if the reason is simply to feel as if i've accomplished a mission. If the meterologist is correct, tomorrow i shall run to my friend's house, purely for the sake of running.
After a brief however painful argument with mum this morning, i decided to go for a casual drive. For the records, driving with no particular destination or purpose in mind is in fact, a very dangerous idea and shall never be attempted, ever again. You lose yourself in a sea of meaningless thoughts that returning focus on the road is almost infeasible. Put simply, don't try it.
I am proud to say that i consider myself to be a patient driver. I can deal with red lights, slow-ish drivers, trams, and pedestrians. But today tested my bloody patience. Driving behind a car of elderly citizens at 30km/h in a 60 zone is simply unjustifiable. Slow drivers are just as dangerous as those who speed. Perhaps VicRoads should consider the cause of the many road rages/incidents before targeting young drivers and implementing unreasonably strict laws in their desperate attempt to reduce road toll. But i am in no way bounded by these newly set laws, therefore, nothing for me to really complain about.
Simple things make me smile. Sitting at Borders with a coffee and a book in hand makes me smile. Spending a day at a friend's house for the sake of spending a day at a friend's house makes me happy. Watching the petrol prices surge an extra 10 cents/Litre straight after i filled up my tank makes me grin. |
| posted by sciurine @ 1:11 AM |
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| Tuesday |
| A wiser return |
It has never occurred to me that I had the hidden ability to refrain from blogging for such a long period of time. But here I am, I survived – just.
I had always believed in treating others the way you would like to be treated. I am an idealist. The world seen through my eyes is one filled with colours, love and compassion. I fail to see the other side – perhaps; it’s more that I refuse to look into it too deeply. I know perfectly well that bad things happen to people; unprovoked attacks, torture, murders, rapes, assaults, robberies, you name it; but at the age of 20, I still struggle to comprehend how people can treat others in such a way, and how such things can happen so close to home.
Wake me up. I am too naïve for the real world. Being too naïve, too trusting, too friendly, is a perfect recipe for being hurt in this dangerous world. I have learnt my lesson, and I am grateful for this lesson did not cost me too much. Nothing would’ve awakened me otherwise – and for that I am strangely happy.
Man’s mind, once stretched by a new idea, never regains its original dimensions ~ Oliver Wendell Holmes |
| posted by sciurine @ 1:22 AM |
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