Yes! Small step towards breaking the reign of the weekend post! The moment I felt the song, I knew I had won this week's battle. Ok, maybe it's because uni hasn't started yet (but it will next week >.>) and I just suddenly had this gap in my packed schedule, and voilà, time appeared. I shall take this opportunity to perhaps expand a bit on the side of this blog that hasn't had much press lately... But first!

I make this post from yet another niche in my series of firsts... My own room~! Ok that sounded sort of anticlimactic, but in fact it's my own apartment, of sorts. As on Monday, I moved into Prince George's Park Residences in the NUS campus, and will probably be staying here for my first year in Med school. I'll get some pics up when I finish taking them, but you'll have to watch this space: Not done with photo taking yet, but I'll edit this to put them in at a later stage.

EDIT!

Here are the photos~



This is the view from the elevator lobby on my floor (7th and top floor) of the plaza.



More views from there.



Quite a vantage isn't it, this one as well.



This is from the plaza itself.



Further down the plaza.



View of the residence from the plaza.







Views of Prince George's Park residences from the outside, mostly from a bus or the hill opposite, where King Edward VII Hall is located.



Foyer of PGP, I really liked the glass structure above.



My room =O. Be not fooled, this pretty picture is but a lie. A little application of Illusory techniques makes it appear almost inviting, but in reality... Never mind.



View from the room! It's actually a really nice one, not that I'll be looking out the window much. Still, it's the sort of thing that's good to have even if you never actively appreciate it.

Anyway, my aunt's been really helpful this last few days, with the moving and the unpacking and just sorting everything out. There's still a lot left for me to do, and things to find out, but she's really done a considerable bit for me, and taken a huge chunk out of the effort I'll have to put in to adapt to another new environment. She's manage to pretty much relocate the entire area which I've almost literally colonised with creep (sorry, relatively inside reference) for the past 6 months. It was quite a wild torrent of activity and stuff (I've always hated moving, something to do with the disruption of the consistencies in my world), but Monday morning and afternoon pretty much consisted in turning order into chaos, transporting it, and then reintroducing order, the latter being the hardest part, of course. Won't go into details, but I will say that I got a few looks lugging a small bookcase from the carpark up 7 stories in a lift, through the gate separating blocks and into my room...

After that I went to Vivo City to meet none other than my super OG people for a movie at 6.15pm. Most of them only came just on time, and since I'd arrived at 5, Ben brought me around "shopping", at various clothes shops. He has an incredible level of dress sense and the like for a guy, not something I'm really that impressed by actually, but appreciation takes time I suppose. I am, after all, quite the opposite. I've got the "same clothes?" comment more than once now, by more than one person. I hate how more than half my clothes (winter wear) just got voided when I came here -.-". The movie was the new Mummy that's out. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't fantastic either. New director I suppose from the previous two Mummys, but still. Some concepts were great, but some were just meh/average. Still it was pretty fun. Went for dinner/dessert after that (it was really late, and we were quite full from the boxes of beef chilli cheese fries we smuggled into the cinema). Saw Esther again, for like the first time since I got back from Australia. Her hair's short now, but it seems to suit her personality better. Just got the news today (I actually missed it, only heard after I got back home just then) that Esther's leaving for Cambridge, and won't be in our course after all =(. Came as a huge shock, especially since I didn't hear it from her... Quite a loss for our OG, since she's the female OG I/C, and probably one of the biggest contributors in terms of the enthusiasm she brings to the group. She won't be leaving until September though, so I'll save it until we actually say our goodbyes.

But then, on to why I left. Today was actually NUS Flag Day, where we went out into the city and stuff with tin cans and stickers, harassing members of the public with pleas akin to "pl0x zOmG pUt Ur M0N13z in t3h c4n kth4xsz~~!!!11!1one!!1", hoping that people would be kind enough to drop coin into your tin instead of another one of the thousands out there today, if they intended to drop one at all. Ok, actually it went more like "Excuse me, would yo-" -Out of earshot-. But yeah, you get the idea. Walked around our assigned area some with Huiting and Pradip (who sort ended up drifting further and further, and eventually faded altogether), with horrendous luck in the beginning (It was 10.30am. Who in their right mind is out in the streets looking for people at that kind of time.) But there you go. Eventually we did find a spot though, which she ended up camping it, with great degrees of success. I ended up roaming the surrounds and streets with our spot as the focal point. With... Less success. Our hope's were on the lunch crowd (Raffles Place is like CBD area, offices and banks, no retail to speak of -.-"), but you see, with the lunch crowd came the whole bunch of students wearing the same orange shirts we were given, from every faculty and hall in the university. All over the streets. No, not much success at all. Huiting's can was almost twice the weight of mine at the end though... But then, these things always were unfair. One radiant beam, her sweet smile, and money jumps obligingly into the can, and stickers fly for joy (Ok not that easy, but you get the idea). What do I have on that...? GFA Nothing. We stopped at about 12.30pm, went for our own lunch at this beef noodle place that was pretty good (and the adjacent stall, which also apparently served good fish noodles), and then coffee with the rest of them who only turned up after lunch (they went to RJC, their old school, with varying degrees of success). That iced mocha was heavenly after a morning/afternoon in the streets under the sun. The problem was, I had to be back at uni to sign for the loan for my computer (and meet my aunt, who was to be the guarantor), and thus was unable to stay until the coffee ended. Had to say my abrupt and hasty goodbyes and race off for uni, and thus I missed the fateful announcement.

We got there on time, if slightly late, but it seemed to be going well, until the system refused to allow my aunt be the guarantor. Long story short, some complications arose with the loan signing, but half an hour to an hour later, my cousin comes along and signs in place of my aunt, whom the system didn't allow to guarantee anything. Huge time-waste, but it got done in the end, and hopefully nothing happens on the bank's side. Went with my aunt for dinner, bought some stuff for my room, and then I got back.

I have a theory that came to me earlier today. My aunt commented that I've been reported to daydream, a lot, from various sources. While this might be true, I think I can explain. When I daydream, my brain feels like it's working overtime. The hypothesis: I think my brain is overclocked (together with the brains of other daydreamers). In exchange for the basic functions such as hearing and sight, more power is directed instead to my mental processes, thus speeding up and enabling levels of thought beyond what I'm normally capable of. This actually comes in useful once you can control the overclocking effect in certain situations, but that's exploration for another time. But I do tend to slip into it at somewhat inconvenient times, and probably occasion comment when it happens, and I can imagine why too.

And some light (lol) self-insight I felt obliged to share. Serious warning, this gets pretty abstract. Feel free to skip (not like you haven't felt free skipping half of what I write anyway, don't think I don't know just 'cause I'm not there when you're reading it -.-), these are some of my thoughts in pretty raw form. If you decide I'm quite mad, I don't hold it against you. I'm starting to ask that question myself. But on with it. Well, for what I can say of most of my conscious life, in the constant war between head and heart, it was always my mind who triumphed over emotion. It's as if in every encounter, every action, it's always been my mind at the wheel, and my heart in the backseat. Actually, make that bound, gagged, chloroformed and stuffed into the boot. Why has this been so? Upon doing a little self reflection, I believe it's because Mind secretly fears the strength of Heart. It realised that on equal ground, Heart could possess immense, potential power, and would be likely to seize the position Mind gained in my consciousness with ease, the position Mind spent it's existence garnering. Therefore, Mind took Heart unawares, and sealed it where it has been. But lately, the seals have been weakening (sound familiar?). It was only recently where Mind started steering me toward things which starkly blasphemed all that Heart stood for, and Heart felt every blow. Mind knew it was only making the choices that worked for me, and toward the almighty future. So blow after blow they rained, until the last: possibly the most controversial of acts committed by Mind took place. Heart raged. The cries of Heart reverbrated infinitely through the void, as a desperate struggle against the seals of Mind ensued. And somehow, Heart's cries were heard. A being of Higher Consciousness (who shall be known as HC (for the poor souls who loved me enough to actually get this far down, here's a clue: HC is me (For the theologians! I believe HC to be my spirit, since there isn't anything else higher level then the current elements of the story). I love you too.)) responded to the cries of Heart, and descended as a mediator between the two contesting factions. After the conclusion of the deliberations, it was unanimously decided by HC and the Sitters present at the debate (Will, Body, and quite possibly a few other members I have not been able to deduce the presence of yet) that the seal Mind bound Heart with should be dispelled, and they were. Mind swore never again to delibitate Heart in such a manner, thus affording Heart free contest and reach over almost all of what Mind once had sole control over. My mind's still at the wheel, as much as it always was. But somehow, this time my heart isn't bound, or gagged anymore. In fact, it just roused from it's chloroform induced coma. But the boot still isn't a pleasant place to be.

I did warn you. By the way, in case you aren't convinced I'm mad yet (might as well finish the job off), Mind and Heart actually exist in my thought processes. Heart I never heard much, except in periods of extreme emotion where the seals actually weakened enough for it to contest with Mind. And I hear those debates on the inside, but I'm normally in too much turmoil myself to bother with investigations/exploration, though if I tried I could probably get the transcript down if it ever happened again (you wouldn't want it, I certainly don't. I have reason to believe it would be disturbingly vulgar). And for the record, deliberations concluded, the verdict passed, and sentence(s) were carried out, as of real-life time, today.

That took so freaking long it's not funny. But I feel... enlightened? If anyone out there identifies in any way with this last aspect of this post especially, whether negatively or positively, do drop a tag (anonymous is fine ^^). To the rest, no, I'm not actually mad >.> (as if you'd believe that! Right...?). That was actually a(n) (rather sad) attempt to blog unprocessed thoughts. What you normally see on my blog, well the insight aspects of it anyway, are processed ones. Don't worry, my thoughts have always been, and always will be processed. I'm starting to see why now.

Lol, well it's late, I'm off (I know, finally right). Thank goodness for the free day tomorrow. So much admin stuff to settle with regards to the hostel and everything sigh.

Hello world.

In further deliberations by Sitters, it is still being debated as to how Mind managed to seal the clearly stronger Heart. Some believe Mind was initially raised to ascension over Heart by HC itself, while others are appalled at the mere suggestion. The possible presence of a yet another consciousness has also been raised, one which perhaps co-orchestrated the entire course of history in this Plane.

John 16:13.