miniature disasters and minor catastrophoes

This weekend I have an English assignment to do, a hundred pages of materials to read (for research), and a teammate that doesn’t know the difference between adsorption and absorption (fyi, we’re working with the former). You’d probably can imagine a frustrated and gloomy me.

But I’m neither frustrated nor gloomy. As low as life has been in some ways, I’ve also had lots of positive things in my life. Debate, good teachers (generally), gooddecent grades, and other positive things in my life have been encouraging. The good things and bad things in a life arise from differences, differences between the current state of things and what they used to be. And right now, I’m learning to treasure those differences. 

It’s a tough life, a fast life and still, it’s a good life.

Addressed to Yunhui: Whatever I wrote here, I didn’t write because I had no courage (which you accused me of lacking) to say it to your face. In fact, it takes far more courage to put it up here where one actually has to be accountable and responsible for what he writes. Anyway, I’ve already come up to you and told you what I have to, so that’s that.

lofty glances from lofty people

Kevin Chong and I are starting a new club/society/whatever. I can’t really tell you what it’s going to be called because that’s going to depend on what it’s members want it to be called but for now, we’re working with the title Literary & Philosophical Society, which should be pretty self-explanatory. That having been said, these days its hard to assume that anything is self-explanatory, so if you need more information, be sure to contact me at srrinath@gmail.com. It’s the same address if you’re interested in sitting in and checking the club out or if you’re already interested to join as a full member.

On a more personal note, bringing up something from the past always comes with accompanying feelings of nostalgia, regret, pride, happiness or sadness, love or hatred. This week for me has been about the past. Getting in touch with people from the past, confessing things about my own past, and attempting to rectify problems caused by my shortcomings in the past.

But there’s one thing that people can hardly seem to remember;I’m sixteen and I’m still trying to find my place in this big, crazy world.