Warning: Highly rant-ish.

"Without the sour the sweet just ain't as"
-Sweet Tangerine, The Hush Sound

Due to the highly common knock-out post camp syndrome,
I slept my weekend away, unintentionally.
So I am kind of lagging in work now.
My mind has been all over the place since this block started, and I only got most of it with me right now.

I am really not cut out for fine arts, especially when it makes me feel exceptionally girly.
I secretly curse the inventor of tjanting and wish that some smarter fella comes along with a wax pen. I am too impatient to do my piece properly and often end up having to redo another.
I can't wait for my patience level to improve!

Now I also learn that no one will care to listen to sad sob stories of lecturers who did not teach anything, nor the hours you sleep, which can be counted with one hand, or any other explanations you can possibly give for shoddy work.

Whatever pinned there is assumed to be your capability. If it's not good, it just get torn down for people to put their oily packet food on. And I guess out there it's like this too.
And I want to get my fighting spirit back together...

I feel like a working adult these few days.
I wake up before the Sun does, rush beyond the yellow line at the bus stop in hope to catch a seat before fellow kiasu people do. School starts at nine, with a (self declared) short lunch break around noon, consultation and critique sessions, trashing of ideas, lecturer feeding my papers to recycle bin, closes at around six. Squash like sardines on the bus, get off for a Sardine 'O (natt got me hooked) due to the hungry-every-two-hourly-stomach, freeze on the way home, eat dinner, fall asleep, wake up in shock, chiong work, fall asleep, wake up before the Sun does, ...

"But I love it"
Yeah, it's true. It's tough, but I really do enjoy it, for some reason unexplainable to myself too.

Today's evening ended with a little blessing.
I went forcing my way through NTUC through the queues of working boring people to find, uh, seaweed, random craving, but found nothing but got elbowed and knocked. Stared at the queue of people buying (false) hope at the toto station, the only queue where people seem so much more willing to wait. Went to the convenient shop near my house and met my mum(!), who was about to drag all the groceries home herself. So she topped up my suppersnacks while I helped drag everything home.

So I have something to eat while working later on...
wo hui jiayou de,
rest of you, jiayou too!