friday studying night
Certainly appreciate reading these texts under no pressure, but studying it just for the sake of a test is another story. On the other hand, I shouldn't be complaining at all because no one made me do a Master's, it was my own choice. At least I don't see my flatmate Shellie moaning about her upcoming examinations, and she's working pretty hard. Another thing, there's no one to blame for my staying up the whole night yesterday--was trying very hard to come up with a decent dissertation outline. The first half of the night was plain reading, then till 2ish I thought I must head for bed. Yet after minutes of tossing and turning, I just couldn't fall asleep. Luckily when the sun came out this morning, the theme of fantasy and exploration gradually took shape. Am actually looking forward to laying my hands on the early modern maps that are involved in this project.
London is having some really crappy weather these days. There's no certain way to describe the atmosphere, just quite unstable. I've always hold this belief that everything you think you are good at is due to chance and opportunity. Like if anyone else was put into the same environment, he or she could achieve just the same. Now I think this might not be true. Because since I had the opportunity to learn piano, I am still a lousy piano player. (Can't even use the term 'pianist') And I always had the chance to learn butterfly stroke but just didn't give it serious thought. These are the two skills I would like to pick up again if I ever have the time. Oh, must dive into the pool after Tuesday; haven't gone swimming since the last century.
There's still a big difference b/w getting in touch with your friends through MSN, BBS and e-mails and actually see them face-to-face. Especially after H and SY has told you this amazing story that happened after I left home. Makes me just want to scream right in front of their face.
OK, back to work.