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I am kinda bored at work, as I am too lazy to start on my FYP proposal. mehhhhh, Weekends.
Ever since I started interning at Simei Care Centre, I have realised how much I hated school. I really enjoy this place, but since Wednesday I have been feeling a little withdrawn, not as warm and bubbly as I was on the first 2 days. I don’t know why, I just feel the need to sit down and be by myself for a while. I guess I am a friendly introvert. Seems like an oxymoron, but it really is not. As much as I am able to be warm and friendly, I much rather by in solitude and by myself. I always thought it was a sign of weakness, perhaps it is because I can’t stand up to people so I don’t place myself around people. But even in this centre, where everyone is friendly and non-judgemental, I still find comfort in solitude. Maybe it’s just the way I am wired.
I am about to finish Kafka on the shore by Haruki Murakami soon. It’s a fun book although I am unable to tell you exactly what the book is about. It’s about a 15 year old runaway. Perhaps a little Oedipus complex and incest. It’s about the 15 year old’s journey into the dark woods, both inside and outside him. It’s about lost lovers, heartbreak and emptiness. It’s about an old man that talks to cats, and this old man’s childhood where he slipped into a mysterious coma. And how these two stories are really one story.
Incredibly complex.
Gonna start on Brave New World by Aldous Huxley next. I simply can’t wait.
Ever since I started interning at Simei Care Centre, I have realised how much I hated school. I really enjoy this place, but since Wednesday I have been feeling a little withdrawn, not as warm and bubbly as I was on the first 2 days. I don’t know why, I just feel the need to sit down and be by myself for a while. I guess I am a friendly introvert. Seems like an oxymoron, but it really is not. As much as I am able to be warm and friendly, I much rather by in solitude and by myself. I always thought it was a sign of weakness, perhaps it is because I can’t stand up to people so I don’t place myself around people. But even in this centre, where everyone is friendly and non-judgemental, I still find comfort in solitude. Maybe it’s just the way I am wired.
I am about to finish Kafka on the shore by Haruki Murakami soon. It’s a fun book although I am unable to tell you exactly what the book is about. It’s about a 15 year old runaway. Perhaps a little Oedipus complex and incest. It’s about the 15 year old’s journey into the dark woods, both inside and outside him. It’s about lost lovers, heartbreak and emptiness. It’s about an old man that talks to cats, and this old man’s childhood where he slipped into a mysterious coma. And how these two stories are really one story.
Incredibly complex.
Gonna start on Brave New World by Aldous Huxley next. I simply can’t wait.