Moving to Tumblr

Hey all, just letting you all know that I'm moving to Tumblr and bringing over all my previous posts with me. I'll see how it goes and I might move back to blogspot. But for now here's the new sight

http://keepontypingblog.tumblr.com/

"keepontyping.tumblr.com" was already taken so I had to add the extra word "blog" into the site. So Tumblr, here I come.

Deadline

This is my process when dealing with assignments.

First, I write down on my calendar the date it is due.

This also involves mentally planning 2 weeks in advance which section I'm going to complete on different days, leaving me with enough time left to review and correct my work 3 times, and in 4 different languages.
I then proceed to completely forget all about this assignment for the next 2 weeks.

Only by the reminder of another clueless friend do I realise the impending doom of the assignment deadline.

Friend: Hey man, can I have a look at your assignment? And by look I mean copy.
Me: Wha?...What assignment?
Friend: The one due tomorrow.

My 2 week concise plan is now crammed into 12 well thought out hours without a single second to spare. I systematically divide the hours into workable blocks in which I can effectively complete my work. I then proceed to go on Youtube for the next 5 hours.

After wasting my time on pop culture, I now have to cram all my thought out plans into 8 frantic hours. I then realise that 12 minus 5 is actually 7 hours and that sleep is no longer an option for me. Sleep is for the WEAK!! and those that are sleepy.

So I begin writing out my report with renewed determination. The words start to fly out of my fingers and an insane speed of 2 words per minute. 20 minutes later, I log into facebook and read the many, many interesting and worthwhile updates. And by many, I mean none. Absolutely none.

The hours drag on and on and I slowly inch my way towards madness.

I then use the rest of my time to reach the minimum word count requirement by writing nonsensical crap that probably has nothing to do with the assignment, or even anything to do with anything on the physical plane of Earth. I then retreat to the comfort of a 40 minute sleep. And within this grumpy, disorientated state, I say to myself once again "Next time, I'll start my assignment early".

I have a lot of assignments thrown on me lately and hence deadlines are on my mind. The deadlines I'm thinking of aren't really academic though. I've read someone else's blog post a while back about what their new years resolution was. One of the points that stood out on her list was "Be Happy". I wondered if she gave herself a time frame to complete that resolution, or even how she would even define what 'being happy' meant. But I guess she would know what it would mean when she'd achieve it. I've still yet to have a moment in my life where I can say "I am completely content with everything happening right now". I don't know how long that moment will last, or if it even exists somewhere in the future, but I use to give myself deadlines on when I would have that 'moment'. So many deadlines and I couldn't meet any of them. It was disheartening every time, so I made myself stop giving out these imaginary time limits to myself. My birthday is coming up really soon and I think that's made me think about my deadlines again. I think it's gonna be another one I'm not gonna make. I don't know, maybe next time.

Nothing is Wrong

If someone were to ask
"what's wrong?" with a voice of sincere concern
This is what I would say
with all the honesty in my breath
"nothing is wrong"
And we would move on, smiling
comforted by our talk

If someone were to ask...
but they don't, no one asks
Only silent speeches
Words that come and go, that don't speak up
that don't stay

There are no words here,
none to hold up the scaffolding of my thoughts
Outside these corners, I hear them
the doubts of yesterday gathering
crashing into my walls, clawing their way in
They are angry at me,
they are blaming me

I am quietly here, muted
in this empty space of mine
Staring at the cracks in the walls
I feel them nearing, shattering
My strength is tiring away, and I don’t know why
Louder and louder they scream
I must fight back, I must...
but I can’t
I’m alone...I’m scared

In this empty space of mine,
I feel myself begging
"Please...fix me"
They’re closing in, breathing down on me
Breaking, Tearing, Suffocating
they won’t end
I blindly reach for an answer, anything that will hold me through this
I need to find it. I need it, I need it, I need it...

Then, everything stops
and all I hear is silence
Nothing
Not a memory to comfort me, not a reason to solace me
And that is all
When I am weak,
when I am in need,
when I foolishly wish for another chance at hope...
There is Nothing...only Nothing

With all the honesty in my breath
"Nothing...Nothing is wrong"

* Inspiration

I thought I'd share this scene from Rocky 6. I watch it sometimes when I feel like I need a pick-me-up on those days of doom and gloom where I feel sorry for myself. Inspiring indeed.

Click for Rocky's Inspiration Speech

The embed feature is disabled on this clip, so I can't show you the clip on my blog, but trust me, this clip is worth watching and learning from.

* Why so serious?

I don't know how my blogging update pattern is going to be in the next couple of weeks once uni starts again, but I do have an idea of the type of things I'm going to be writing about. I've come to think of this blog as a place where I can vent my mind. I'm not really sure what kind of material you (the readers) really want to read as I don't get much feedback on this site, so I'm gonna just have to write what I feel I need to get out of my head, whether it's with humor or not. I can't promise that everything I post will be with the intention of being funny, but it will be real and honest. Hopefully that'll be enough for you to keep on reading.

Love

That feeling, how are we suppose to describe it? How do you know it's there?

Some say it's the feeling you get when you find someone that you can't live a day without. Others would find that scenario overly suffocating, instead saying it's the moments when they're not there, when you miss them like crazy, that defines it. Some think it's a feeling that happens and clicks as soon as you meet that gorgeous person, while others believe that something that strong moves slow. Maybe it's that feeling when you're completely afraid of ever losing them, or maybe it's knowing that you can walk out at anytime but choosing to stay. The feeling that'll pull you back to solid ground at the worst times, or maybe the one that'll make you feel like you're flying. The feeling of being so close to someone without saying a word, or the feeling of being able to say the words that you can't find anywhere else.

Maybe that feeling is all of these, or just a combination of some. Or maybe all of these are still not enough. If someone were to tell you what they thought love is, I don't think it'll be exactly the right answer. It's different for everyone. What we feel, how we get to that feeling, what we do with it. Everyone's answer is different (even if they might share similarities). Even the same person's answer might change over time.

And it's definitely not perfect. The feeling is easier for some, painful for others. You might feel it more quickly for one person than another, but mean more with the latter. You could have that feeling with someone, but still not feel as happy as you would hope. You could be lost in the moment with someone that you know is your love, but know that they won't be your last.

The answer of 'what it is' isn't clear, at least not for me. You might have this entire checklist set up in your head but, even with all the boxes checked, still not have that feeling. Almost impossible to have a definition that encompasses the entirety of 'love'. We might not be able to describe it or know what the hell it is, yet when it's there, we are sure. Without a doubt in the world, we are sure.


I think that's what we all really want. We just want to be sure, even if only for a moment.

FML

 Urban Dictionary Definitions:

1) Acronym. Stands for "Fuck My Life". Used liberally in posts on social networking sites, instant messages, and text messages. Generally used as shorthand for "nothing is going right in my life" or "my life sucks"

2) An acronym for 'fix my leg'

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Although I don't doubt the need for some people to urgently get their leg fixed at a designated leg fixing facility, this post/rant is directed towards those that use FML as the more widely known acronym for "Fuck My Life".

It is posted on facebook way too many times, and over the dumbest things. Over dramatic whining all over the place, trying to passive aggressively convey how hard life is by blowing out of proportion a small incident that is by no means difficult.

"I spilled orange juice on the floor. FML"
"It's raining, even though I wasn't even planning to go outside anyway. FML"
"I'm bored...FML"
"I forgot what day it was. FML"

Just one of the many things that people whinge about.

These are the people who can't sleep and like to let other people know about it. Do you know how other people are able to sleep? By NOT going on facebook. If you want to go to sleep, just get off the computer, go to your bed, and close your GODDAMN EYES! Typing nonsensical complaints has never been an effective way of curing insomnia, so stop being stupid!

You're complaining because you're doing something and getting paid!? Do you not understand that money is about to given to you? Fair enough that you complain about work, but c'mon 'FML'? If you hate the job that YOU chose, that YOU applied for, and that YOU drove to, then just quit and go back to relying on government welfare. And oh yeah, you're an idiot!

Isn't this the 4th time this week that this person has put up this status? Well if you're always late for the train, how about getting there earlier!? Seems like such a simple solution to unfuck your life. If the train comes at 12, get there at 11:50! The distance from your house to the train station never changes, so you should already know what time to leave your place to catch the train on time. Your life isn't f'd, you're just stupid!

What I'm trying to get at is, out of all the things in the world to complain about, the little things in life shouldn't be one of them.  No need to complain about things that you'll forget about in a weeks time, just have a laugh and move on. And at the end of the day, mishaps and misfortunes turn into great stories to tell. Just chill out people!