Waiting for The End

Waiting for the end? Yes the end of the day. Its actually a little disheartening coming to work and not knowing whether I'm gonna get paid. I just don't understand why the social security office here is so inefficient, not to mention their unfriendly staff. Bleah. But let's not delve into that. I just want to sleep and sleep and sleep. And let's throw in some eating for good measure :) I suddenly have the brilliant idea of cooking Japanese tempura for my friends and I to eat. My deep fryer whom I've christened Presto is presently a little underutilised and is just waiting to get into action! The problem is, I don't have a recipe yet, and shrimp is expensive. -grunt- Well, good stuff comes at a price.

Time is slowing to a crawl. If it had a physical form it'd be a snail. Presently it is 4.46pm and the last guy in the room in my office left at 3. So I've been pottering around by myself for the last 1 hour and 46 minutes. Logged onto web messenger, found no one interesting, checked my mail, created a blog, typed 2 posts and am creating the third. Gosh. Ah! 4.47 already! ...

I wish I had taken more time to articulate my thoughts for all the time that I've been here. I feel like these precious memories are lost somewhere inside my head, never to be recovered. You might remember events, but its sometimes harder to remember the feelings you had during the events. And its the feelings that you had that make those events special. So yes. More record keeping and more photos! I need to take photos of UCSD before I leave, as well as Hillcrest, my boss, my housemates, my room etc etc etc. And I feel like going for karaoke another time before I leave. I feel its such a waste to leave the US so early. I could stay another month but what would I do? Sigh. All the other MOE scholars have to leave to do their attachments back home. -sulk-

I don't want to go home. Frankly I don't miss it that much. I think I'm a person who needs a lot of freedom. Not so I can go out and wreak havoc, but I just don't like to be restricted in any way. So waking up when I want to, eating when I want to, coming home when I want to... these simple things make me happy. Perhaps I've led a too constricted life until now, but partially I think its also in my personality to want to be free. An unbridled horse maybe? Heh.

I wonder...