Jacaranda Bloom

Jungle

Tonight is one of those nights when I have exhausted everything to do and watch on the internet and those that are on my hard drive. I just don't feel like it despite having an excessive overload of tv shows and movies to watch. I started watching 'Community' and I quite like it, however, I feel no motivation to finish a fair few episodes.

The holidays do something strange to me. Perhaps its the lack of preoccupation and a lack of direction in knowing what to do with my sudden increase in time. During the semester, it seemed that watching an episode of How I Met Your Mother was way more luring than studying away for say anatomy or neuroscience. But right now, I don't feel like that either. I feel like I am becoming a recluse to say the very least.

I have talked to friends...by means of digital communication as of late...as in these few days. I had gone out with other friends on the first few days of holidays but that was a while ago. I suppose I feel somewhat bored and lack of human interaction (excluding family members) is starting to take its toll.

I guess I should have blogged about how I felt with regard to finishing the first year of uni ever. Fast. That's one of the key words I must use to describe the year. It was just fast and a new experience as a whole. I met so many friends for life and I can clearly remember all those times loathing how far away Lidcombe campus is away from home, rendering its inaccessibility and how desolate university felt at times. But time flies, things change and my vitriol for the campus manifested to a tough love sort of thing. I grew attached to Lidcombe and those commutes every morning and every afternoon soon became enjoyable experiences. As soon as I jumped on the train and said goodbye to every classmate, I had time to think and just reflect about life, it was relaxing. I must seem very repetitive because I have written about the growth in friendships amongst my uni mates and I, but having friends who are all nice and genuine is a wonderful feeling. I guess I had only become to feel like I could trust anyone in semester 2...as in Sem 1 I was a girl who was just afraid. But ever since then, uni has become a great new adventure. Those 'you had to be there'/'inside jokes' have started to manifest and I am confident there are soon to be many more.

Anyway, enough about university and all that. I feel like I have grown a lifetime this year. The whole block of high school is...petty compared in a way. Sure I may have hit puberty then (still am ridden with puberty blues ala acne on my face as of now) but growing up and maturing mentally did not exactly correlate to physical changes in duration.

Something has been plaguing my mind for a while. It's a really complicated situation, something that is not right on my behalf. Am I giving any hints? I'll be going out tomorrow...perhaps I can sort things out by sharing my matters with some close friends. It's getting a little overwhelming right now....just dealing with this myself. =\

Air

Air by Snakadaktal.

This song is so sublime and beautiful, I can't stop listening to it.

Her voice is very strange, kinda whingey yet addictive to listen to. The song itself is composed brilliantly anyway. Really seeing great stuff for this Unearthed band. Wow.

And today is 11/11/11. What an awesome number. Did everyone make a wish at 11:11? What's even weirder is that I forever have 11:11am immortalised on a bus travel ticket. Interesting...maybe.

Rainy Day.

It rained a lot today. That photo above is not mine though. 

I remember exactly a year ago today...it rained a crap load. I think I went out to karaoke with some school friends, we had planned this outing ages ago as well...before the HSC even started. Anyhow, it was a hot hot day in the morning...yet as I caught the train home, the sky started to pour. I ran in the rain with my flats and stepped on puddles of dirty water and hence, contracted a damn foot infection which was rather annoying. Funny how it's all still so vivid in my mind. Because the more I think about it, the more I actually remember...unlike what usually happens with memory deterioration.

I'll be doing my first exam tomorrow. I feel okay about it and I hope I know everything that is presented to me. Guess I shouldn't be blogging eh? But I can't resist it. 

Thinking about it, semester 2 went by really quickly. Have I typed this out already? I feel like I have but I don't know. But I guess the main reason why sem flew by was really because of the amount of fun I had. I got a whole lot closer to my uni friends and learnt more and more about such people I hang around with. I have a few friends which I am especially close to and I am grateful for that. However, like myself a few of them want to pursue other studies, not physiotherapy. So I don't know whether or not I will be farewelling them in the future and if so, it would be a shame. But I wish them well in all their endeavours. 

Leaf House

Exams are creeping up so soon and I wish I could say I was exceptionally prepared but that is not the case unfortunately. Lately I've been thinking about the future and what will become of my life in the most realistic sense. There is a part of me who still wants to pursue medicine but if I want to keep my feet on the ground and not stretch my imagination too far, I think in the end I'll still become a physiotherapist.

Today we went to Bardwell Valley Golf Club for dinner. The food was quite nice and golf course that the club overlooked was amazing. And that led me thinking back to the time when I was in the Hunter with my uni mates during sem 1 break. Being there at that moment felt something like being able to flee away form the bustles of the city lifestyle and just simply being able to relax amongst nature, which I really liked. So I thought about the future as I sipped my schooner of beer...maybe if I do really become a physio, maybe one day I'll end up leaving the city in search of somewhere regional/rural and be amongst trees and all the like. The other dream is to live in the UK and work as a physio there...but that's also stretching it far and plus, physios in UK earn less than those in Australia. Ah. well.

There's really no point to this post...other than the sheer fact that one day I want to be out of Sydney. To where, I don't know at this moment. Be it somewhere rural or even the UK, I'll welcome any change with open arms.