May Day, the First, a Beginning and a Continuation

So the first day of May, a celebration of not labouring that gives it its name, fell quite nicely on a Friday this year, giving us who are under the employ of the SAF a much treasured 3-day weekend. Despite having the right to be entirely preoccupied with figuring some things out which had unfortunately been left unresolved at the end of the first 4 months, I decided that, no, along with not labouring, not being all there-something-way-bigger-I-need-to-deal-with would be the attitude I'd be taking for this weekend, and hopefully the weekends that come after.

X-Men Origins: Wolverine was a short and shallow movie with all the necessary characters to make it worth watching. In the end there were 8 of us there (Yew Jin, Ronald, Sean, Daniel, Clarence and Jit Wei in Hall 8, and Elendrus and I in Hall 9). Yew Jin, Sean, ET and I met for lunch earlier at Crystal Jade Kitchen, while Daniel, Clarence, ET and I met Xin Quan for pool at IOI Plaza after. To my surprise, the day ended incredibly early and without dinner, which explains me blogging at this hour, having just finished watching the the finale of this season of Heroes.

I'm not quite sure if I'm in any state of mind to start on this year's application cycle, seeing as I have only just ended the previous cycle which the more conscientious of us began in the heat of our final year exams and will finish with receiving all offers and rejections (I'm still waiting for one more, so I'll blog a final list once I get that). I once wrote that the sheer stress of doing all of this once over (UCAS with TSA and the Oxford interview, Common App and both SATs, and all Local Unis and scholarships, with any permutation of tests and interviews between them), from October 2008 to April 2009 (one must not forget the final exams which is part of the application process), was literally half a year of watching admissions portals, eagerly awaiting emails or standing by the mail box for that eagerly anticipated manila envelope. Not to be presumptuous, but when the final offer comes in, I will have a staggering number of unsuccessful attempts as compared to successful ones. But disappoint gives way to realization that, in spite of how unexpected things turn out, it is precisely why the experience of life is both within the limits of possibility and imagination and also utterly unimaginable.

Abstractions are the direction my posts take when I have time on my hands to blog. Still, that does not mean forgetting the simple blogging tradition of recount that makes reading interesting. I do hope to achieve such a balance from this post on.