Of Occurrences, Passion (or interest) and Perception (?)

1. While taking the MRT to church on Thursday, I happened to hear in between tracks on my iPod a conversation behind me between 2 HC students which included the terms 'spar' and 'swing team'; how long it has been since I've been part of that world. (@chups: we need to get our double-team-coach-thingum together to get some moolah!) And the taxi I took back home from frisbee this evening was driven by a man listening to Enya. Go figure.

2. In front of me lies Aravind Adiga's "Between the Assassinations", his second novel after his debut Man Booker Prize 2008 winner. The irony of the level of (insert noun) required for its appreciation and the place in which I spend 10 hours of my day does not escape me. Sad really. My scholarship officer may be surprised to find me studying Lit either here or overseas, instead of Pol Sci like a good government worker should.

3. I oscillate between seizures of intolerable burdensome-ness and clarity in knowing it will pass; after all, the plan now, as it has been ever since the turn of events that took place in January, is to spend my time most extensively at my own choosing; I am reminded partly because of my friends who shall, come tomorrow, be entering that route I left to the wind (to Guo Nian, Jake, Ted Kin, Jin, and Elliot too - all the best!)