I haven't seriously thought about anything outside school work recently that my mind's in a swirl of strings of stray thoughts now... still trying to figure out where and how to begin.
The night when I was struggling to finish my essay, I was feeling particularly murdereous (People who think I am already murdereous in the day should see me doing an assignment late at night.)when one thought struck me - "why am I doing this?"
The realisation that I didn't know the answer to that question irked me even more. Oh dear. Lost. Not again.
(see, that's why it takes me so darn long to finish one simple essay. I think too much, and worse still, think too much about irrelevant matters.)
Therefore, this entry to dedicated to my subconcious self who makes me think too much irrelevantly. Not that that is in itself a bad thing of course.
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(Interlude - Daily conversations with your inner self)
Subcon. Jo : Waa.. you hate me....
Jo: No, I don't, but you are so alluring and wonderful and intelligent, you distract me too much sometimes la.....
Subcon Jo. : Oh really? *happy and a bit Piao1 Piao1 Ran2* At most I'll try to not distract you loh..
Jo: This is so me. Hmmm, but then she's part of me....sighs.
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(Ok, back to the main plot..)
Well, once in a while my mother makes some sense during her nagging sessions when I'm next to her in the car. (Hmmm, no offence mummy, but it's the truth...)
Well as usual, I was complaining about having so many things to do etc etc, then the enlightening sentence came in - Chi1 Kui1 Jiu4 Shi4 Zhan4 Pian2 Yi2 ( i.e. Being disadvantaged is an advantage in itself.) I thought that makes quite a bit of sense, considering that while the essay itself is painful, we do gain from doing it and being subjected to having to complete the essay is therefore an advantage in itself.
It's like this situation in an old novel I found somewhere. The poor young and innocent disciple is bullied by his colleagues( wa, so tempted to use learned here haha) and so has to carry twenty buckets of water from the bottom of the hill ( a few thousand flights of stairs away) dust the flights of stairs and basically everything else that nobody wants to do everyday. While his learned friends lay around and grew fat, after two years of heavy manual labour, he suddenly mastered some mysterious Qing Gong which was lost to the sect since donkey years ago.
Therefore sometimes it's better to do all the work and tap whatever stuff you can learn from it out while doing the detested task.
Haha, I've discovered that the long journey by NEL back home is an excellent time to blog! (This entry was written on the train!) See, another instance of turning a disadvantage into an advantage. Hahaha, I love myself.
