There is work to be done. Notes to study, articles to read, thoughts to organize, concepts to memorize, projects to cough up.
There is a future to look out for. Creativity to find, applications to write, summers to plan, experience to acquire.
Individually. On your own.
You need a fresh start. A new hobby. Focus. Repair this regression in your process of emancipation. I know you could use somebody, but you’re on your own. That’s what indepence is all about. Pull yourself together. Stop procrastinating, find your will, prioritize. Stop dreaming, stop feeling, start thinking. Think before your act – that should be your hobby, buddha knows you could use it.
Besides, love isn’t a real hobby anyway.
Sometimes you get to that point when everything is just everything at the same time, and that very same everything is just too much of everything.
Thoughts and emotions coalesce in the most incoherent way, most probably to punish you for the fact that they haven’t been let out for their regular walk in the sunshine. Obviously, together they form a stronger front to make their way out.
If they do, they might just bump into this other prevalent factor in your being – the one called your life. You know, the one you’re actually living. Duties, activities, friends and all that.
If only there were time for introductions.
Excuse me, while I “add oil”.
I wish I didn’t have so much work due at the same time.
I wish I didn’t spend half of my time procrastinating.
I wish I could stop thinking about food all the time.
I wish I actually really cared as little as I claim to.
I wish I made the right decision.
I wish I didn’t talk so much.
I wish that wishing lantern hadn’t gone into flames.
I wish to stop wishing.
Yeah. I wish.
I feel like a bad mother.
My Nikon D60 has been resting in one of the closet drawers for over a week now. And she still doesn’t have a lens-cap. I even got some dust residue on my fingers when I picked her up just recently. I guess if this blog could hang out in a drawer it would be pretty dusty too.
In short, student life in Hong Kong rocks. An a la carte menu of courses in different disciplines, cheapest Starbucks in town, meeting new awesome people everyday, LKF, Wan Chai, shopping in Causeway Bay or Mong Kok (the former I might see less and less of as my ka-ching runs out), having oats for breakfast (I settle, I do) and basically just chilling. True, I’ve only had two days of lectures so I haven’t really savoured the dark side of university life, but I’ve had a scare or two already.
Having been out of school for the past 2 years kind of makes this a terrifying experience in a way, but all the more exciting. I never thought I’d use the words “fun” and “class” in the same sentence to describe my first lectures, but indeed they were. Getting through course selection (aka the choosing of meals of the à la carte menu) was a bit of an itch, and still pretty much is. But hey, if we wouldn’t be complaining about choices, we would be complaining about the lack of them.
I finally decided that I most probably will do Comparative Literature as my second major and to kick some psychology in my spare time (as I still need to brush up on my mind-reading). The decision is made, there is no turning back. Je ne regrette rien.
Oh, and in case you’re curious, here are my ponderings for the next two semesters (as it seems now).
Academic English for Social Sciences (3 units, compulsory)
Principles of journalism and the news media (6 units, compulsory)
Statistics for journalists (6 units, compulsory)
Ways of reading: film, literature and culture (6 units, prerequisite course for second major)
Hong Kong cinema through a global lens (6 units, common core course)
Body, beauty and fashion (6 units, common core course)
Practical Chinese language course for social sciences students (3 units, compulsory)
Professional writing for the media (6 units, compulsory)
Economics for journalists (6 units, compulsory)
News reporting and writing (6 units, compulsory)
Ways of thinking about society and culture (6 units, pre-requisite course for second major)
BEFORE + MYSTERY BAG + A WHOLE LOT OF OTHER SHIZ = AFTER. Obviously.
And that is about as much math you’ll see me doing for the next few years. I still live solo in this little room of mine, but there is supposedly a fellow Sunnian arriving today. Or not. I wouldn’t mind having this space aaall tooo myyseeelf but was kind of looking forward to the whole college feeling of having a room mate and what not.
Got up around noon today and tried the shower in our hall. Not bad at all. Was keen on being a good girl and doing what is needed, but as I looked at my lovely view I realized someone was pissing on it. For two hours straight. Eventually took the bus (aka rollercoaster) to Wan Chai, had dinner at the good old Golden Arches where I chatted away with some business man and later on I made my way to Mong Kok, where I went mental. Bought a variety of hygienic products (Body Shop yaaay) as well as some nailpolish (I do think I might have an addiction) and finally some earphones to replace the shitty smashed iPod ones. Whaddya know, they’re pink.
Best (or at least most urgent) buy of the day goes to my new black Chloé look alike strappy wedges which will be worn tomorrow at the welcoming reception. I read something about robes being handed out and formal attire being worn. Shit sure will be interesting.
Excuse me as I choose what nailpolish to wear for tomorrow. Good night and good luck.
1. Some lady introducing the Avenue of Stars 2. The view from Kowloon side over HK island 3. Creepy ginger dude who somehow managed to find me wherever I went and go “hellooo, how are you?” 4. Avenue of Stars
I managed to drag my lazy ass out of bed at 3PM today. No, I wasn’t hung over, because I didn’t hit the scene yesterday. I’m just still majorly jetlagged. So I’ve been out and about, walked along the Avenue of Stars, snapped some shots and went gaga for all the hella nice rides that cruise the streets of HK. (And yes mother, I did eat at some point too).
Note to self though. Don’t walk around smiling and looking like you’re enjoying yourself. You might just give some random ginger guy the wrong idea. I still don’t get how “Hello, how are you?” can be such a popular pick-up line amongst a particular group of men here… When does it ever work? This dude wouldn’t give up either. Thought I lost him about 3 times or so, but he just kept popping up next to me just as if he had spies all over the place reporting directly to him. Luckily, he didn’t seem to be the kind of guy to enjoy culture, as I finally got rid of him when walking through the Museum halls. Gah.
Planning on setting my times straight today, so bed in no more than 90min. BOOM.
1. photo taken by waiter at Doc Italiano 2. José the BBQ master 3. Serena and I on the cute roads of Fyn 4. Vinci just had a shower but couldn’t care less 5. the boys travel in class 6. Smiley me captured by Sibel
It’s almost mid-July. The sun is shining, yesterday could not have been any hotter (some speak of some all-time record here in Sweden), the game yesterday could not have been more intense (if so, my tummy ache would’ve been far worse) and I couldn’t be any more at peace.
Sorry, that was a lie.
Still have a paper to hand in, still fighting a constant battle against my allergies, still have a presentation due Tuesday, still finding it hard to focus in this heat and I still can’t believe I’m off in exactly one month. Oh my, I sound like Dr. Dre.
Just wanted to tell you that I, despite these facts, still am enjoying my time here. Which is partly to blame for the lazy posting.
Much love. And some Furia Roja ;)
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if it only were this colorful.
I really am truly amazed by the crowd the tag nudity draws. Who would’ve known? I bet some were pretty disappointed, and perhaps even majorly put off by my naked ears…
.. it would definitely be Moscow Sheremetyevo. I’ve had nightmares about that place. The ground crew is rude, nonchalant or perhaps just ignorant. The airport is medieval, information is lacking and there is a very, very, very small amount of English spoken amongst the employees. At least the ones who had the decency to address me when I was there.
In 1989, when my mami came to Sweden with my sisters they flew with Aeroflot and made a stopover (amongst many) in Moscow. They were treated really badly, and ended up having to sleep on the floor of the airport. Last I was there I honestly thought, for a full ten minutes, that I had missed my flight. Because they changed the gate without announcing it (at least not in English) and no one had any idea where you could find one of those boards with the gate info on.
It’s sad to see that not much has changed since ’89.
Nevertheless, I’ll be spending a full five hours on Moscow Sheremetyevo Airport on the 12th of August. If anyone would like to wave at me or more preferably come and hold my hand, be my guest. Then it’s off to the melting pot (which probably is going to be a real hot pot by then) and time for weddings and orientations and other memorable things.
Life, you better bring it.