|Note to self.
||[Oct. 26th, 2010|11:51 pm]
After thursday (which supposedly marks the end of my essay-writing university life), I need to start packing, start sleeping, start eating properly, and start exercising.
Today, there was a moment when I went to the bathroom and for a second could not recognise myself in the mirror. I'm a pale, sallow, pimply mess with half-lidded eyes and eye bags. Argh. Why is it that even when I was in poly, with the insanely long school hours and projects, I've never pushed myself as hard as I am doing now in university???
Over here, I've:
- drank a gazillion cups of coffee
- Went nights without sleeping to rush an essay
- not slept earlier than 3 in a long while
- survived on mass-cooked leftover meals because I have no time to cook
But its ok. Thank you GOD that I only have one exam paper, and ample time to complete studying for it without having to crank late nights.
On a funnier note, I wore sunglasses in my room while I was studying yesterday. It was a really sunny and bright day, and me being the vampire that I am these few days (never leaving the house when its bright, and becoming a creature of the night) had to shield my eyes from the sunlight that was streaming in through the windows. In my defense, it was the glaring evening sun and even after closing the blinds sunlight still managed to shine in my eyes at this angle that reflected a glare from my computer screen.
So out came the sunnies. My housemate thought I was joking. But no.
Random thought. I'm writing an essay about fairy tales and feminism, and chose to do a study on the story of sleeping beauty. By the way, some of these old fairy tales are so creepy. Like how one version of Cinderella has the evil stepsisters sawing off some of their toes so that their feet could fit the glass slipper. But anyhoo, I remembered that at the melbourne show there was this spinning competition, where ladies got their old-fashioned spindles out and literally competed to see how fast they could spin yarn within a given time.
So the event ended, and Lin and I were just sitting around and looking at the spindle. We were trying to figure out where the needle is on the spindle, since sleeping beauty managed to prick herself. Haha, this lady overheard our conversation and told us that its almost impossible to prick yourself on a spindle needle cos they are all very blunt, unless you impaled your hand through it. Haha. Oh well, learn new things every day.