The past 2 weeks didn’t go too well. It was mountain after mountain after mountains of work. Notice the plural I used at the last mountain to hint that more mountains will come after the current ones.
And that’s about the only things I’d like to say about the 2 weeks. Let’s keep it this way; it would be much more pleasant for everyone.
So, back to this blog. Hello, and long timed none seen. And I believe that anyone of intelligent you with half a peanut and some ketchup will notice changes that takes place in this blog once every 2 months. But, if you are nice, you can look at it that it takes me 2 of your power-ranging, money-changing, penny-farthing months to produce enough materials to write this piece of masterfeast out. However, you can be kanye west and say that I’m late for the post again. Your choice, my guess.
Anyway, let’s get the ball smoking and get to today’s topic: Confusion. I’m pretty sure everyone goes through phases of anxiety and confusion. No, not the one when you’re 12 years old. Or maybe 6. Something like that. I’m talking about now, you know, times when the weather forecast tells you that it will be happy and sunny and funny all day, but once you step out, you start looking like some hitchhiker, all drenched and looking miserable as if the whole world owes you something. But can’t blame the forecast though, just like how you can’t blame your ex. Things change over time fast. Really fast. And I’m fast to clarify that the ex thing is just a joke.
But anyway, confusion is a big thing. Even I’m confused too. Not with my own writings, but I mean come on, those guys who used to be introverts, pineapple and disgusting in the horoscope is now bright, orange and Jack Sparrow. Or maybe not.
But regardless, I’m pretty sure the weather is just as confused as I am right now. It’s apparently winter now but the only wintery about this winter is the look on us students face: white, dusty and filled with ink smeared from the previous test. With the occasional rain turning the dust into dirt. And camouflage us nicely with the carpets on 2nd floor. It’s almost as if I’m lying to people every time someone asks me how I am enjoying winter and I reply, “err, broken cheese.”
So what causes confusion? Boredom, for instance. People ask me what’s surfing in my past 2 weeks in uni and I tell them, “nothing much”. Nothing much, honestly. It’s so terribly "nothing much" that while my friend and I were watching some Englishmen building the new science block next door, we asked each other if concrete takes more time to set here or in Asia, and taking into account the temperature, humidity, air pressure, pregnancy period, weight of donkeys........we just wonked it and got into class. Confused.
Sometimes, simple things that are overly simple also confuse us. Apparently the VAT tax has risen again. I can’t confirm that with other goods, but on the bus, single journeys now costs £1.60, while a day pass will demand £3.40 from you. But as you would see, once confusion sets in, an analysis between me and my housemate show that: it would be cheaper to take a single journey if you take a single journey. If you take 2 journeys, it would be cheaper to take 2 single journeys. But if you take 3 journeys, it would not be worth to take 3 single journeys because you are taking 2 single journeys and 1 single journey. 4 journeys will not be worth 4 single journeys, as it would be worth 2 double single journeys, which meant that the day pass is worth 4 single journeys plus 2 double single journeys. We also came up with an equation, that if p is a single journey, and q is a double journey, then p+q=piu. Confused.
In that case, what is the cure for confusion? Well, the only way not to be confused is to be not to be confused. What does this confusing statement means? Leave a comment J
Will stop here, and posting some photos for your own consumption while waiting for the next post to come. Hope it wouldn’t take another 2 months. Zing.
Big Ben. Really Big.
Outside of Harrod's.
Drifting
RM30++ Yong Chow Fried Rice. After conversion, that is.....
