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Like the deserts miss the rain

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You always were two steps ahead of everyone
We'd walk behind while you would run

And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain

This whole being too unoccupied (= vacant?) this term was bad news. Already desperately filling up my schedule and finding things to busy myself with.  

Also, today Edi taught me how to descale fish. It was an epic experience - like the 1kg slab of salmon was alive and determined to get me. The whole episode ended with a perfectly descaled salmon and a lot of scales in my hair... and all over me. As I always say about practically every thing these days - likka freaking boss. 

Wander

I am still itching for a getaway. Don't get me wrong, I love London, but I think I have become much too at home in London - it is getting too familiar, too comfortable. I have never been one for routines. Novelty is my drug.  

Wanderlust. Wanderlust. Wanderlust.  

I indulge in thrilling novelty, yet perhaps the most resonant of every trip is that beneath that novelty is a beautiful continuity of the unfailing similarities we all share. We aren't all that different, yet we aren't all that similar too. You see the world through fresher lenses each time. You see that we are really all the same, but that each new city, the same in such different ways. 

I itch also for the outdoors. Perhaps after having had a good deal of landscape in Scotland, my inner city girl is faltering. Maybe I am really more at home in the vastness of green and white and earth and blue. Maybe the inevitable downsides of the skyscrapers - that is, the four-walls - are getting to me. Comfort in city life is not as enduring as I thought.  

3am.  

The new year is hitting me quite belatedly. I do that all the time, find myself so fixated in light of an essay deadline that all in the periphery is the periphery. So finally, with that action-packed first week of my second term over, after the tests and deadlines, I realise it is 2012. A small part of me is wondering how in the world that happened without my knowledge. But as it is... better late than never. Sitting down, finding the alone-time, consolidating the year that passed and most importantly, moving forth. 

Also, for the sake of completeness, I ought to mention the other 2 Pierre Herme macarons I tried yesterday with Tricia & Gwen (macaron-spazzing buddy extraordinaires):

  • Huile D'Olive À La Mandarine (Olive & Mandarin)
  • Americano Pamplemousse (Orange, Campari & Candied Grapefruit) - was my favourite over the two and I am not even a grapefruit fan! 
Ever the intrepid foodie(:

Things they never taught about essay writing

And lessons for myself to bear in mind:

1. Be able to let go and acknowledge that even papers you've spent hours trying to understand can be irrelevant. Squeezing it into the essay/report adds little or no value - or possibly even carries penalty. It's such a waste, but have the patience, and learn to accept that you've gained something from that reading that does not come to immediate use. It's alright. 

2. Don't be so anal. I am an INFJ who becomes utterly derailed by a lack of cohesion in my writing. Being the INFJ I am, seeing patterns, relationships and connections between things is a primary function and at the risk of potential overstatement - a necessity. I need everything to link. I write essays like a painter paints - the big picture and fill in the details - which is no problem if not for my need to have the big picture represent more than a sum of its parts. My need to demonstrate the interplay of these parts cohesively, coherently can sometimes impede my progress. Got to stop being anal. Got to stop being anal.

3. Leave room for last minute revelations (and don't kill yourself over it). 

Okay. Rrrrr. I have spent half my life in London being an essay machine. Tata.

Try frolick in the mist

Tracks of the day 
1) Helena Beat by Foster the People (youtube)
2) Mating Game by Bittersweet (youtube)
3) I Would Do Anything For You by Foster the People (youtube)  

I miss Scotland. Currently going through a bad case of travel withdrawal symptoms. As if my whole self is frantically signaling to me that I have returned to London a tad prematurely. 

All these coincide with a rather awkward, convoluted mass of wistfulness for not being able to be there for Open House 2012. And then yet also showered with a lot of love this past week by my travel kakis Alex, Martin & Gwen, and homies back home (no pun intended HURRR) Sar, Poop, Shan and Sam and the Ambs <3 Rrr.

School starts tomorrow and I have 2 essays and a test within the next week. Holy cheeseballs.  

Okay. Let's meet again after this week is over. 
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