The movie didn't feel complete

Today is Tuesday. Thursday is my first paper. Saturday is second and last paper.

Went over to the cinema's some hours ago, all starting when VJ calls me in the midst of my revision in the library. To be frank, I wasn't really revising for the papers that I would be sitting for, but rather as one of those independent attempts to broaden my mind with more knowledge. At my own will, rather than being told to by someone higher up the academic curve.

Its no secret. I enjoy learning, provided I have the proper mindset for it, and of course, the proper time, which is actually anytime. I can pick up something that catches my eye, and drink in the information. Who said learning isn't fun?

It isn't when its forced down your throat, it isn't when its being sublimminally (did I spell that right? I'm not checking dictionary.com to write this. Meh) aired out in messages or texts over the airwaves, provided you're able to catch it. And when you do, thats when you're not going to like it, well at least sometimes. Subliminal (that's right, subliminal. I'm not backtracking now. I'm on fire, baby!) messages are fun to watch, like see how good Coke looks in the TV ads, but see how not-so-great it tastes when it goes down your throat. I don't like Coke anymore, well not really. Its just that there are some nicer drinks out there that are more worthy of my ingestion.

But anyways. When is learning not fun? Its not fun, oh I said this before, didn't I? I'm straying from the original point of view here, if there's one in the first place. So, there I was, reading into a textbook I found off the shelves, that although was part of the course that I was doing (in a non-direct, but still related sort of way), had nothing to do with the papers that are going to come this few days.

And then VJ calls me up and asks me if I want to go watch Serenity.


Now I haven't watched Serenity yet, even when it came about a month ago, and I liked the TV Series -Firefly, but I was reading into my book at the time, you know, sort of revising for my own benefits (I don't consider sitting for exams as a benefit). I said yes, and I'm coming, so we go off to the cinema just a short way's off from my uni. Almost next door, even.


But what was I doing, going to the movies, or even reading something that had nothing to do with the papers I was going to sit for? Isn't this the time where you go all-desperate mode and wrack away at your notes to cram in every bit of information so it doesn't get lost? Not that I've already done that, yeah, but the point being, some of you might ask, WHY THE HECK WEREN'T YOU DESPERATE?! RAAAAH!!!

I think I kind of passed that stage. Not to say that I've grown beyond the means. Don't think anyone will ever grow beyond the means, but its just that you feel you've prepared pretty well, and that you've done a lot of what you have done, so it doesn't seem like it really matters much. Yeah, I know I'm going to hit the books in a few minutes after I'm done with this article, and after I cook something really quick, but the fact of the matter is, I seem to exude CONFIDENCE.

Yes, I am confident. I can do anything I feel like doing right now, within my means and needs, of course, but I am confident. I can do all things through Christ that strengthens me. Funny that I feel like this, because I don't normally do.

Neither do I consider myself very religious. I just have very simple beliefs. Simple, but profound. And something tells me that what I'm feeling is God-given. 'Cause I know.



Peace. And out.

Cramming.

Okay, so I've been gone a while without updating my entries, which is sort of reminiscent of the days where I had just created this page. Put in a few witty comments, and then run away like Brave Sir Robin for a month before making another appearance. Or not.

So I've been studying, a quite harder than usual. Even if I did, a number of it came to naught as I learnt that whatever assumptions one makes in his projects, however hard he would assume, despite the lack of information on the subject, just won't do if its wrong.

If its wrong. Of course, its wrong. One project where there was hardly any word on the affiliated subject, and hours of searching on the Internet and related hardcopies didn't turn up more than a few words at best.

Didn't do too well for that one, despite the notes I had and the lookings I made. Passed yeah, but its nothing to shout about. Sigh.

But anyways. In a couple of more days, my exams will be popping up. It will be a very hectic fortnight for me, having to rush around and do a lot of things on my own. Sometimes I curse the administrations of everything, especially my uni, which is quite a bit of a bitch at times.


Peace and out.

Hugo Weaving is a dirty bastard

Courtesy of Kenny Sia. The mind is a dangerous thing.