Seven Days

Seven days is a week. That means just one Monday, one Tuesday, one Wednesday, one Thursday, one Friday, one Saturday, one Sunday.

That's all I have here.

Time always puzzles me. And as much as I try so hard to seize the day, it seems that it hardly is something you can corner, grab by the neck and say that you have caught. It slips away whether you notice it or not. It does not need my permission. I only get to work alongside it.

Maybe I should do things faster. That way time will go by slower. Some theory of relativity. Seven days does not seem like alot of time.

Then again, in seven, well six days if you want to be technical, God created the world.

Little Women

I love the movie, I love the books.

Oh and Amy and Meg and Beth and of course, Jo. How they steal my heart for being such rich characters!

I take my hat off to Louisa M. Alcott for piecing together such a story. True, her didactic tone does get to me at times, but the story; I like. I didn't know I could learn so much from novel about four girls growing up.



And she so craftily snuck in references to women's rights and love and ambition. And even 'transendentalism' which I googled but still don't really understand yet.

I like how each sister had their strengths and how the learnt from each other. I like how Jo wrote as a young girl. I like how she was proposed to by Laurie, and decided that as difficult as it was, it was best that she declined his offer. I like how she set off to pursue her dream and married a professor. And I absolutely like how she became a teacher.

I must read Little Men next.

Oh no, less than two weeks to go till I'll be back in Melbourne.

Oh time, stand still!

Working

I really haven't been working. Not a job anyway. But I've started on my story. And it's forming. This is a story for the MPH competition. I don't know how far I'll go but I promised myself I will write it. By hook or by crook. It will be done.


So far, it's been good. It has been ages that I've felt this way. I think my writing style is evolving. I read some of my old pieces and I felt like it was written by someone else. I used to think and articulate my words alot more when I was younger. Now I just write. I think I need to strike a balance between the two.



Anyway, I'm going back to Australia in what, 25 days! AMAGASH. I'm always ambivalent. I'm so nervous, but I'm also so excited. I don't know what to say.

Oh well, here's a little snippet from my 2008 notebook:

"In trams, I like sitting facing the same direction that it is going in. I like to see where I'm going and I don't enjoy [in fact I find it absolutely nauseating] watching things whizz pass me from behind."

I'm really relishing my days back HOME. :)