Resistance

Some things are prodding me at the back and I'm trying to ignore them. Question is, should I, and even then – how much could I possibly ignore? These things are like little mozzies in their high-pitched buzzing hovering above your ears (let's just say they won't bite you) but nevertheless, they're there, and it's hard to pretend that they're not. Especially when you feel a certain fondness toward a certain mozzie… 

I've just seen a little of what my MSc timetable is like and it's nothing like the slackaroo undergrad ecology courses. I hope the rest of the term(s) aren't replicas of the beginning, for then there'd possibly be no life to call my own. 

What I'm trying to avoid is simply what I chronicled at the start of this year. But it's difficult to cross my arms and sit by the sidelines. It's achieving that balance – not too little and yet not too much – that's tough.

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Too many things to do and prepare while in Singapore. We're supposed to be moving house this week but the new unit (another unit, same block, many floors higher up) isn't ready yet. So it seems they'll be doing the move when I'm in London. Which means – I should preferably get all my stuff packed into boxes before I leave, or risk losing half of my possessions to the bins if my mom helps me do the packing. 

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Flying on the night of the 30th. To mark the coming of the seventh year I'd be studying away from home (by George, has it really been this long?)