OF DREAM AND TIME
Of late, dreams are beyond sweet. The other night, I dreamt of Big Daddy talking. Then, just the other day, I dreamt of undergoing LASIK (SO TEMPTING! Am financially able to get one now. But it'll be so unwise and risky; in the sense of living from mouth-to-foot for the months to come. SO TEMPTING! SO TEMPTING!!!). Last night, I dreamt of attending DBSK's concert (OHMYOHMYOHMY!!!). AND they noticed me from amongst the crowd, and TALKED to me after the concert ended, and ASKED for my contact information. AHHH!!! *going crazy! Siao liao siao liao siao liao!!!*
Ought to sleep more. I really like dreams these days. Who knows, maybe tonight, Andy Lau (so charismatic!), Kim Chi, Coffee Bun, Tiong Bahru Chwee Kueh, rice dumplings, and mushrooms (of all colours, sizes, kinds, and varieties) will appear in my dream.
Maybe it's fault of the lovely dreams, or maybe it's the holidays, but my biological clock is terribly messed up of late. Last night, I slept at 4am plus, and woke up at 7.45am for breakfast. As soon as breakfast was glupped down, I immediately missiled back to dreamland again; only to wake up at a ridiculous 1.30pm. Eat your hearts out, all you working adults and schooling students.
That aside, lately I've been wondering how good a steward(ess) am I of my time. How well am I investing my daily 24hours? Am I optimizing them? Am I making good use of the 1week of mid-term break? Save for last Friday and Saturday - when I had a fruitful and enjoyable time going for a movie and BBQ - I've been idling around like a sloth since Sunday.
The 1week of mid-term break has been great thus far. With the free time available on hand, I'm able to do things which are normally not possible during school days. Just this late afternoon at 3.30pm, I was folding laundry in the parents' room. After which, I went to the kitchen to help Dad with dinner preparations. And I was just thinking, how much longer would I be able to do such things which others often take for granted? On normal schooling days for this semester, the earliest I would reach home is 6pm. By this time, the laundry would have been folded, and dinner, cooked. To make things worse, due to hectic working schedule, my parents sleep really early at around 8pm. Of course, having tuitions to give on Monday and Thursday nights, and Saturdays being totally occupied, certainly do not help things.
How good a steward have I been of my time? Oh gosh, and I woke up at an embarrassing 1.30pm today! True, despite waking up this late, I still got the chance to fold the laundry and cook dinner. And it makes me glad, because I feel happy doing these things. Doing acts of service is heart-lifting. I feel happy being useful.
But it doesn't deny the fact that waking up at a shameful 1.30pm implies that an otherwise fruitful day has been half-wasted. Even though I still make good my day by being useful around the house, at times I feel like a massive, lumpy mass of adipose tissue. The brain, too, feels rusty.
Don't get me wrong; holidays are great. I've always a rather homey person. Rather than going out, I prefer to hide like a hermit crab, slurp a nice warm cup of coffee, take a nice refreshing break from the killer lecture notes, grab some nice books, do some nice reading and acquire new knowledge, or catch some short naps.
Going out? It requires money! I've long weaned off my parents. My only source of income is what I'm willing to work for my own keep; and there's only this much of tuition workload to take on without compromising my own studies (2 FULL HOURS of traveling from home to campus and vice versa! PUI!!!) and getting priorities all wrong. Go out? There are the monthly ILP premiums, bus concession, transportation, food, purchasing of books, shopping etc to pay for. The ILP premiums and bus concession alone already cost $200 per month! I would very much rather save whatever possible remaining surplus from MOE and tuition income for LASIK.
I would rather be at home, honestly. It's totally fine for me. Save money, and can spend time with family. I LIKE!
And if I really do go for PGDE in January next year, I'll apply for a hostel. If I really do get allocated one, chances are high that I'll only be at home only during the weekends. And just the thought of this forms a lump in my throat. How much longer would I be around the house? How much longer can I bond with my family, other than the weekends? How much longer can I fold the laundry? How much longer can I chat and bond with Dad while cooking dinner? How much longer would I get the luxury of enjoying home-cooked dinner? And knowing myself as one who is not bothered with personal meals, chances are I'll stock up loads of instant noodles and tidbits (more economical than eating out, you know?) in the hostel and munch on them when the stomach gets hungry enough. It's an old, irritating habit of mine to eat not because it's time to eat. I wonder how would I fare living on my own. Predictably, my parents would be cooking up a storm every weekend, would not fail to nag each week about how I'm appearing thinner and thinner (only, in their eyes), and stuff food down my throat like a rubbish bin. Oh man, I can visualize it all already. They did exactly these things when the elder brother went for NS.
Arrggghhh! If I really go for PGDE in January and get allocated a hostel, then, time is really short. It's already the end of September! How much longer would I be around at home? AND to think that I'm STILL sleeping until 1.30pm! OHMY! I've really got to start being a good steward of time! And what happened to the supposedly jog-once-per-week promise? Aish...
Of late, dreams are beyond sweet. The other night, I dreamt of Big Daddy talking. Then, just the other day, I dreamt of undergoing LASIK (SO TEMPTING! Am financially able to get one now. But it'll be so unwise and risky; in the sense of living from mouth-to-foot for the months to come. SO TEMPTING! SO TEMPTING!!!). Last night, I dreamt of attending DBSK's concert (OHMYOHMYOHMY!!!). AND they noticed me from amongst the crowd, and TALKED to me after the concert ended, and ASKED for my contact information. AHHH!!! *going crazy! Siao liao siao liao siao liao!!!*
Ought to sleep more. I really like dreams these days. Who knows, maybe tonight, Andy Lau (so charismatic!), Kim Chi, Coffee Bun, Tiong Bahru Chwee Kueh, rice dumplings, and mushrooms (of all colours, sizes, kinds, and varieties) will appear in my dream.
Maybe it's fault of the lovely dreams, or maybe it's the holidays, but my biological clock is terribly messed up of late. Last night, I slept at 4am plus, and woke up at 7.45am for breakfast. As soon as breakfast was glupped down, I immediately missiled back to dreamland again; only to wake up at a ridiculous 1.30pm. Eat your hearts out, all you working adults and schooling students.
That aside, lately I've been wondering how good a steward(ess) am I of my time. How well am I investing my daily 24hours? Am I optimizing them? Am I making good use of the 1week of mid-term break? Save for last Friday and Saturday - when I had a fruitful and enjoyable time going for a movie and BBQ - I've been idling around like a sloth since Sunday.
The 1week of mid-term break has been great thus far. With the free time available on hand, I'm able to do things which are normally not possible during school days. Just this late afternoon at 3.30pm, I was folding laundry in the parents' room. After which, I went to the kitchen to help Dad with dinner preparations. And I was just thinking, how much longer would I be able to do such things which others often take for granted? On normal schooling days for this semester, the earliest I would reach home is 6pm. By this time, the laundry would have been folded, and dinner, cooked. To make things worse, due to hectic working schedule, my parents sleep really early at around 8pm. Of course, having tuitions to give on Monday and Thursday nights, and Saturdays being totally occupied, certainly do not help things.
How good a steward have I been of my time? Oh gosh, and I woke up at an embarrassing 1.30pm today! True, despite waking up this late, I still got the chance to fold the laundry and cook dinner. And it makes me glad, because I feel happy doing these things. Doing acts of service is heart-lifting. I feel happy being useful.
But it doesn't deny the fact that waking up at a shameful 1.30pm implies that an otherwise fruitful day has been half-wasted. Even though I still make good my day by being useful around the house, at times I feel like a massive, lumpy mass of adipose tissue. The brain, too, feels rusty.
Don't get me wrong; holidays are great. I've always a rather homey person. Rather than going out, I prefer to hide like a hermit crab, slurp a nice warm cup of coffee, take a nice refreshing break from the killer lecture notes, grab some nice books, do some nice reading and acquire new knowledge, or catch some short naps.
Going out? It requires money! I've long weaned off my parents. My only source of income is what I'm willing to work for my own keep; and there's only this much of tuition workload to take on without compromising my own studies (2 FULL HOURS of traveling from home to campus and vice versa! PUI!!!) and getting priorities all wrong. Go out? There are the monthly ILP premiums, bus concession, transportation, food, purchasing of books, shopping etc to pay for. The ILP premiums and bus concession alone already cost $200 per month! I would very much rather save whatever possible remaining surplus from MOE and tuition income for LASIK.
I would rather be at home, honestly. It's totally fine for me. Save money, and can spend time with family. I LIKE!
And if I really do go for PGDE in January next year, I'll apply for a hostel. If I really do get allocated one, chances are high that I'll only be at home only during the weekends. And just the thought of this forms a lump in my throat. How much longer would I be around the house? How much longer can I bond with my family, other than the weekends? How much longer can I fold the laundry? How much longer can I chat and bond with Dad while cooking dinner? How much longer would I get the luxury of enjoying home-cooked dinner? And knowing myself as one who is not bothered with personal meals, chances are I'll stock up loads of instant noodles and tidbits (more economical than eating out, you know?) in the hostel and munch on them when the stomach gets hungry enough. It's an old, irritating habit of mine to eat not because it's time to eat. I wonder how would I fare living on my own. Predictably, my parents would be cooking up a storm every weekend, would not fail to nag each week about how I'm appearing thinner and thinner (only, in their eyes), and stuff food down my throat like a rubbish bin. Oh man, I can visualize it all already. They did exactly these things when the elder brother went for NS.
Arrggghhh! If I really go for PGDE in January and get allocated a hostel, then, time is really short. It's already the end of September! How much longer would I be around at home? AND to think that I'm STILL sleeping until 1.30pm! OHMY! I've really got to start being a good steward of time! And what happened to the supposedly jog-once-per-week promise? Aish...
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