melting clocks

 ”Time is an illusion.  Lunchtime, doubly so.” - Douglas Adam

Even though I know I am a total idiot while trying to express my thoughts and writing in English, I still miss writing.

Can you believe that exactly a month ago was Christmas?  I can’t.  It feels so long ago, but it was indeed just a month ago.  A lot of things had happened since then, only a few of which I am happy about, most of them are school requirements that are being done without any emotions.  When I don’t like what I do, there is not passion in the final outcome, there is no “me” in it.  I simply act like a robot just to get the thing done and hopefully get a higher mark.  This is what happens when there are a lot of things to do, and you can’t seem to know how to balance them.

I usually take pride in my anti-cram, time management capabilities, however, it seems impossible at this given rate.  The demands of school had taken a new kind of twist, so sinister that untangling it will take forever.  Usually, there are a few big requirements which needs long periods of time in order to finish.  And then there are a few smaller requirements that needs to be done simultaneously with these big requirements.  The new twist is, there are a lot of big requirements which needs long periods of time and there are a lot of also big requirements that needs to be done simultaneously which needs long periods of time but the teacher things it does not.  Therefore, there is twice as big requirements and half the time.

Anyway, last week, while in the hunt for the perfect OJT or internship, I found a job that loudly yells me.   It is an International NGO which deals with humanitarian action..more specifically action that deals with Human Rights violation, any guesses?

I am also thinking about revealing who I am.  Or just stop writing in theis blog, delete it, and make another one with my real name on it.

It is just so hard to do with all the memories written already.  They are more me, than the me people know.  They are more real than the me I reveal.  Maybe I just don’t want my thoughts and stories to be related to the me that people know.