Update XIX: Many Small Things

I've had, if you'll pardon me, a heck of a week. Three written assignments plus a graphics-heavy oral presentation. I've been staying up far later than decent people should be, and even after all that I'm not exactly sure what I churned out was the best I could have done.

But now I'm free. And a couple of nice things happened. So that was alright.

I almost stepped on some ducklings while distracted the other day. Yes, ducklings. I quickly got out of the way before the angry mother could get a taste of my leg.
They were pretty adorable though. I'd have liked to take a picture, but I decided I'd bothered them enough for one day.

I used to think that being nasty and bad-tempered at home was all that kept me well-mannered in public. But I've spent months in a different home, and have not truly been angry or obnoxious once.
It's... different. That I don't have to be this way, that there's actually a chance for me to be a nice person.

Lift is awesome, and I only just found this out today.

This is just awesome. It just goes to show how much we depend on our hearing to place what happens around us. I felt a genuine sense of panic when he started on the electric razor.

In other news... HAHAHAHAHA.

Another 1-Up

I know I'm a little late with this, but hey - it's still 9th August in some countries.

Happy birthday Singapore!

Yesterday I had to watch the National Day Parade over the internet, on a 2 x 3 inch rectangle on my laptop screen. I think my eyes died a little... While the image lagged on occasion, the audio was flawless, and it did feel that I was back home celebrating the nation's birthday like every year. Just for a moment.

I am so packing a national flag when I fly back here next year.

Update XVIII: Block

I use the backspace key too often now. My mind is in a state of inertia, and refuses to pull itself together.

There are times when the words flow easily, and I wonder where the wisdom came from. Then there are times like now.

Writing is art. It cannot be turned on or off like a switch. But now the circuit is firmly fused open, and in spite of multiple attempts I cannot get it to move.

It's not that I have nothing to say. It's not that I want to hide. It's this block, stealing away the only means I have to communicate. I have the intent, but lack the words.

Fluency will not return at once, so I settle for small victories. Forgive this short post, it is a necessary step. When I return, I will make sense. Some time.

In the meantime, watch this. It is worth it.