Autumn

With two competing objectives of blogging for school and blogging for my own self, clearly this page is losing out. But am told that prospective employers will scorn at my uninhibited blogging on this page as opposed to a conscious effort to sound politically correct here. Although it has given me some basic discipline about putting my thoughts together....I miss slapdash blogging.

Well, a recent conversation with old friend Josh was something like this :
Me: How are you, the real you?
J: How are you, the one in the jar?
It kind of describes my life here. Canned. I do not rely on canned food at all, far from it. But life has been canned to specific time slots - water tight compartments.

Its autumn and am unused to so much beauty. That it begins to ache - this is the most predictable and idiotic line on this whole page. I was trying to sound like a certain someone. Anyway, it is surreal - yellowing leaves, falling all over. A pity that I cannot stand mesmerised forever looking at it.

Of the many dimensions of awakening that has happened in the last 2 months, notably rootlessness, explosion of ideas and stretching my limits (cycling at 11pm to get home), the most interesting has been my engagement with the internet. It may sound am only 10 years late into the scene, but it is true. An uncanny confession for a five year old blogger, but it is.

I will soon be doing the unprecedented. (Love this overused word - unprecedented crisis, intervention, election, victory....etc etc) I will start posting pictures on this blog. Now you know, my awakening has some tangible impact on my virtual life.

At the risk of overexplaining why am not here often enough - let me say one last thing on the subject - I talk to myself so much, that the last thing I want is to think aloud on this page. But I really do want to post everyday.