Upon A Hill Across the Blue Lake

It is positively scary at how little I used to care about what I'm studying.

Factoring in all the anger I harbored towards my father for forcing me in to a program of his choice and absolutely hating the idea of crunching numbers for the rest of my life, I forgot to look at the bigger picture.

So the moral of the story today is kids, that when the going gets tough, don't just think of taking the lemons to make lemonade, think of making delicious lemon squares. (For those who aren't accustomed to my shitty analogies, I heartily apologize)

Co-op, despite the tedious work that we're forced to do as interns, does bring things into perspective. In fact, trust me when I say, your life immediately sharpens and focuses. The aperture becomes perfect, the exposure enough for you to gauge whether "yes I can be in this arena for the rest of my life" or "hell no, I need to get outta here" - you'd be kidding yourself if you called your mindset "undecided", I'm sorry that just doesn't happen. You either like it or you don't.

For a person who absolutely hated the idea of engineering and never had the scruple to stop complaining about how boring it is, I love the entire aspect of what a job at Hydro One or any other power utility could lead to. I know, I know. It took me a whopping total of four painstakingly long and expensive years to come to admit that I finally understand why my father gets an extra step to his pace when he talks about cables and transformers (he happens to be one of the lucky few who loves what he does for a living). And it looks like he transferred over his blood to me.

After four years, I am genuinely excited and eager to learn. Yes, you're hearing right. I want to learn, to absorb the knowledge (via osmosis, electromagnetic induction or otherwise) and get working.

Intelligent has officially gained a whole new meaning for me.

Finally.

these pictures are taken from mortgraphics

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Sunday Morning Rush

There is nothing more spectacular than waking up on a Sunday morning facing a beautiful hue of the sky (trust me when I say that it is akin to a miracle after going through a record-breaking blizzard), fully rested at 10 A.M., basking in the after effect of watching Cairo Time and viewing Lynn Crawford's "Pitchin' In" on Food Network.

It's true what they say, the morning is truly fantastic if one gets a chance to behold it. I feel like working out, running outside despite the chilling weather, cooking myself a hearty breakfast and even clean my room! None of these urges are normal. For me.

I have sincerely lost the ability to write ever since I got my internship, got insanely obsessed over my fitness, and have come home so exhausted from the commute that writing has become the last thing on my mind. Instead I'm frantically fussing over Youtube vidoes of make-up tutorials, scrounging through the Internet for hijabi friendly websites and trying make a routine out of Yoga - and of course trying to find a cheap yoga mat because I do not want to splurge on one from Lulu Lemon given that they are immeasurably overpriced.

If anything, my in-coherency should point to my recent lack of reading literary novels and resorting to chick lits instead. What can I do? They're more addictive than cinnamon candy hearts.


Cough Syrup - Young the Giant

these pictures are taken from Mortgraphics

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Party Crashers, Groupie Snatchers

The worst aspect about my psychological make-up is that I cannot - under any circumstance, pressure or otherwise - forget. Whether they be events or people.

Volcano face is no longer volcano face although its activities has certainly left permanent imprints on his already hidden face. With hair. I know, I know what you're thinking. Me pay attention to a guy who looks more like a Korean pop idol wannabe and thinks less like the religious man I've always pined for? Certainly the apocalypse isn't here.

Then what could it be?

I blame the wedding bubble. You see, in a wedding no matter how unwelcome its effects and its participants are tend to invade your life anyway, however temporary it might be. Honestly speaking, I never thought that the upcoming wedding would have such an effect on me. It shouldn't. But it is. Just a tiny little bit. Even though I know I shouldn't be swayed, I am. Just a little.

In my defense, these recent feelings (I hate that I'm using this word cause really - it hasn't gone that far as the word usually tends to imply) didn't materialize out of nowhere. I'm perfectly entitled to misunderstandings and I am hard wired to believe that what I'm thinking is merely conjecture or at best hallucinations.

But here it is. There's something fishy going on. Really fishy. Like 8 years haven't happened. Like I'm back in grade 7, except I'm really not. See? I'm already at a loss for words.


I really need to go sleep.

these pictures are taken from GRFX [Can't find the link to the site =( ]

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