Abstruse Musing

I'm starting to feel the effects of the Avanza, I'm quite relaxed and drowsy. I felt like writing, just for old time's sake. I'm feeling quite sentimental lately. I miss H, I try to avoid talking about it. I remember H was a rather distant person, I understood that perfectly. We were similar in that sense. Either one of us would disappear for days, weeks or even months. Then we'd meet up and pick up from where we last left off. Then one day I met H's father at a family gathering, he had returned. He seemed like a genuine person, quite open and talkative. I felt so relieved and happy at the same time for you. I thought to myself that you'll finally have a complete family. I believed she didn't have to look after her family by herself. But comfort can be so deceptive. Her father disappeared from her life again. Slowly and surely, her life fell apart piece by piece. I haven't seen nor heard from her in well over a year. Sometimes I wonder how she is...

I wish I had one of these giant erasers. Its a quiet day at home. Relatively, until my Aunt came over and obliterated the silence. I swear she needs to tone down her voice sometimes. She sounds like a fish monger's wife. I was supposed to meet up with a particular friend to discuss business and life over lunch. But I decided it was best to drop those plans for today, I'm somewhat too embarassed to return to the restaurant she suggested we should go to. Tuesday nights have become notorious for tequila and vodka with a few of my girlfriends. We probably should've waited til we were sober before we went to a restaurant to eat. Jen and I pretty much fell asleep at the table for the most part, whilst the others threw up in the bathroom. I feel pretty bad about it. The gamer was angry, I was supposed to look after his girlfriend afterall. I'll be reminded of last night's events until the pain in my fingers surpass. Apparently I shut the car window on my own ...

It was another seemingly long day, 6 hours straight of class. North campus to south campus... Today my bag seemed heavier, I didn't even bother to bring my HR textbook today. It was as though time was not progressing, the notion of time seemed so irrelevant. Of course it was irrelevant, for I did not sleep at all. I was transfixed with the menial task of completing my biochem lab manual during the finest hours of the night. I still stand by my nocturnal ways, I strictly prefer tending to my studies at such bizarre hours of the night (or rather morning). Although I have grown accustomed to this lifestyle, there is no doubt that it is doing my health no good in the long term. I've been staying up til morning much more often as of late. Once a week seemed to have done me no harm. Yet in the past few weeks, I soon found the frequency of this habit escalating. Once a week quickly became two or (on some rare occasions) three nights out of the week. Today w...