Chapter 11.3 - Just a dream.

Finally took some time off today, on the Sunday of my study break. Decided to give myself some slack and not take myself too seriously. Unnecessary worrying and stress can sometimes be really awful. An essay due tomorrow and exam on Wednesday. But guess what, my life doesn't revolve around those nitty gritty stuff! (right, they are important)

I spent my afternoon reading Blink, by Malcolm Gladwell. My collection of such books has certainly made me even more fascinated to know more, and in fact Malcolm makes me want to read more of his books.

I gave myself the rest of the time finding good songs on youtube. Maddi Jane's truly amazing voice caught my attention :)

After dinner I did a final edit of my essay and then went browsing for good singers again. This is what I found next, wonderful voices, great song for the night.

Good songs are meant to be shared, their talents ought to be known!

back to pathology...the study of mechanisms behind diseases. :)

Chapter 11.2 - Sculptures at Cottesloe

A Saturday evening down to Cottesloe Beach promises amazing sights and sounds. The sculpture arts festival is held annually, usually in autumn despite being at 35 deg in the afternoon I went!

The sky and the ocean seemed to compliment each other.

My favourite shot of the day -

groom carrying the bride down to the beach. Heels can be tricky to walk in on sand! :)

Blissful.

3 wise men

Lend a helping hand to those who needs it

2 fishing nets make it nothing more than a piece of beautiful art.

Colours of the wind.

A smiling chinese man.

The egg shell may seem delicate but certainly not weak.

Solidarity.

Wings of an angel.

"I stand tall and strong."

United we stand.

relic on sand.

The colours of sun set across the blue ocean and horizon.

Sunset. This was meant for more than only my pair of eyes.

"Always do what you're afraid to do."

Chapter 11.1 - Homesick

Disorientated - This is how I would describe my current state of mind. It's the end of the third week of the semester already and I haven't been able to untangle myself.

A friend of mine asked how do I deal with stress and I said I find time for myself and get things organized around me. I added sometimes I deal with it in a rather drastic manner, to the extent of pulling away from my social life so I can process thoughts clearer.

I write. In writing I find tranquility, which then allows me to see many things from another perspective all together.

Recently a word came into my life. Homesick.

http://www.last.fm/group/Yet+Another+Pointless+Group/forum/86558/_/410666/57

How would you define homesick? To me, it is knowing you don't have that familiar someone whom you can return home to, nap on the couch and will wake you up when dinner is ready. Homesick is when you have to think of what's in the refrigerator so you can prepare dinner, as well as the next day's lunch. - Buying groceries can be quite a pain especially when you're not longsighted (means buying enough and correct ingredients to plan for the week's meals).

I admit, I hate this.

Is this what growing up comprises of? If not, then what would it be?

To me, this isn't a choice.

There's no end to stress, but let me know that the day will end eventually. & therefore no matter how stressful the day might be, let me wake up the next morning knowing I've pulled through a tough yesterday.