Scrubs

Another short post to sequester (my favorite new word) the previous one.  I've liked everything about her: the poise, the wit, the panache.  I just don't love it.  Eventually, you learn to silence the loneliness by keeping yourself occupied.  It's just another coping mechanism, I suppose.

Thank you, Scrubs for teaching me more lessons about life.  I've been re-watching the series for the past three weeks now, and it was a pleasant surprise.  Behind all the slapstick humor and ridiculous, over-the-top gags, there was a deeper, underlying meaning to the show, something unnoticeable until I surpassed the 2 decade-threshold.

Also, it seems that I've grown less and less tolerant of the inefficiency of others.  Being in my Senior year has reminded me that this will be my last Fall season as a student.  I can't waste time dawdling on someone else's ineptness.  Soon, I'll experience my last snow skirmish, my last useful implementation of snow boots, and my last day as a student, and eventually my first day in the real world.  I'm getting queasy just by the thought of it... yikes!

Gonna try out the FIFA 15 Demo later today, once I regain the services of my gamepad (keyboard bindings can't be tweaked... idiots).  So far, the Ignite engine looks phenomenal versus the current-gen models.  Now, to bolt off for an early dinner before a three-hour-long committee meeting for Malaysian Cultural Night.

Oh, and happy Mid-Autumn Festival.

My Favorite Faded Fantasy - 

Damien Rice

Past

You know what?  Forget trying to be optimistic.  Forget fooling yourself into thinking that it'll work.  A partnership involves BOTH parties to come to consensus.  Ignore timing.  Ignore the outliers.  Ignore the statistics.  Ignore the compatibility. 

It all boils down to a spur of the moment, gut feeling.  And that's what despises me the most, because I am ill-equipped for spontaneity.

It's been like this for four years.  I suppose I can wait a little longer.

Trees - Twenty One Pilots