picture in my mind

Been neglecting blog completely. Hm. Been quite busy with a number of things, not all of them acceptable.

Was occupied with Iftar, initially, and will be again cause the budget report is due. With midterms (with which I wasn't happy). With going nuts over supernatural series at youtube.com (love dean, love dean, love dean :P). With Ramadhan in general. With getting worried over future upcoming tests. With school overall. But now that I've gotten myself to start writing (or blogging or penning) again, I realise I do miss the feeling of letting my thoughts flow and my fingers run over the keys. I have a secret love of seeing my words on screen. There lies my unshameful vanity.

Anyway, have to say that Eunice's recent recap of Lymond's Game of Kings on our train rides home has had my mind occupied over Lymond again. And I picked up Queen's Play to read the beginning. Thady boy is funny! I like. You know what I think Lymond fans should do? We should all unite and write to a big-name movie producer or movie director or scriptwriter and suggest they make a Lymond movie. Just the first volume will do. I just feel that the chronicles deserve more fame and appreciation. And it'd just be great to have it on the big screen.

Away from the going-ons in my head: went to Underwater Word with Lin today to use our free tickets. I think I like the crabs best. I think I like crabs a lot. My favourite is probably the fiddler crab which has one extra-big pincer and as a result, walks funny; or it could be the decorator crab, which piles pebbles, bits of gravel and whatever other crap onto its back in the name of camouflage. So ingenious and amusing at the same time. Muaha. And I like the dugong too, although we looked at it for less than a minute. And I touched a puffer fish and a bamboo shark. And there was this cute little Philippino kid who talked to us at the touch pool about how he forgot his name and he wanted to see Nemo's home, among other things. Adorable. And oh, I bought Steve! Muaha. Shall say what Steve is in the next entry or so.

Now I pause and wonder what else I should add to my entry. Should I actually bother writing, cryptically, what's truly bothering me, or should I forget about it? Hm. Maybe I should try being at least 80% transparent tonight.

I am worried that I'll be jobless when I get my degree, because I keep hearing horror stories of Life Science graduates ending up as biology teachers - which in itself isn't a bad thing! But if I had wanted to be a teacher, I would have rather taught lit. Granted, I'm not doing life science, but computational bio, but it doesn't make things easier. I'm still going to end up floundering around in the seemingly over-saturated life science industry. And it doesn't help that the other comp bio students in my year seem to be scary China and India scholars intent on doing nothing but studying all their NUS life. Which leaves me in the bottom rung of my major. Why do I always dump myself in impossible, energy-sapping, depression-inducing situations?

Also, feel suddenly weirded out by Kak Naz's serious urging for me to look for a significant-other now rather than later, when apparently, I quote her, I become too picky. The way I see it, I'm picky now. And besides, the idea is just appalling. You mean, I actually have to exert the effort and actually consciously pick out a choice? Like I'm shopping or something? Before what, good stock runs out? Just kill me and be done with it; that'd be much easier. I never was any good at shopping - it's an art I fail at, you hear? Besides, I have over-romantic notions in my head, (as a consequence of large doses of romance stories since as far back as ever), that such things are meant to happen naturally, out of the blue, in brick-falling-on-head fashion. Letting it happen otherwise would shatter my rose-tinted expectations. Yes, I am idealistic! Let me be! I swear, the real world just sucks big time. Because of it, I have to subject myself to torture.

Then again, I'm so blur, I wouldn't know a brick if one did hit me. I'd only hurl it back, and realise, only much later, in abject horror. Funny situation. But it's so painful, it doesn't bear thinking about, really.

Nice that am blogging again, but so does not solve tutorial situation. Gah.