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Winston Zhang
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Sunday, March 23, 2008
00:14:00
Stuck at home today with phlegmy cough, sore throat... The flu, basically.
It's just another few weeks till the longest holiday I've ever had (and probably ever will have) ends. Have I done enough in it? Probably, but I don't have high standards as to what I want or like to do. A day at home can be appreciated for the tranquility it provides (though if I were still in the east it'd be even better). A day out in town with friends is... A day out in town with friends. Hahahaha. A day with the family is essential, at least occasionally. My family members' (me included) all have flaws, of one kind or another, but family is family.
It's been a thought-provoking holiday. Both material thoughts and more... Shall we say... Spiritual thoughts. Some regrets, some relief, some hope, some indifferent. A whole mix bag. But then, what can you expect from someone who's spent 6 months on his keister with no school, eh? Hahaha.
On a sidenote, do I sound very melancholy in my blog? I think I do, which is weird, cos unless I consciously state as such in the post, usually I'm quite chipper. I guess alot of my times of simple happiness (the simple joy of hanging out and talking with friends, for example) are most easily described in Singlish. I don't like typing in Singlish, however, or in any other adulteration of the English language. I have no qualms over speaking Singlish and in whatever other local slang, but typing and writing is different. It sounds kinda dumb and maybe highly eccentric of me, but I feel English is sacred. A few of my friends know how anal retentive I can get over grammatical or vocabulary mistakes. Quirk of mine, haha.
So anyway, I guess I just want to say that I have a very weird problem with expressing joy through words. Or at least, I can only do so if I actually really do experience 'JOY' in the purest sense of the word, that being a higher level of happiness. If I'm merely 'normal' or 'happy' or 'satisfied' I think all my words can be construed to be spoken in a melancholy manner, which is totally wrong. I'm too literal for my good sometimes, heh.
My cough is killing me. I hope I can fall asleep easy tonight (had trouble a couple of nights back in the same task). I gotta wake up early, going to see my family doctor who's all the way in the east. Somehow, going back to my spiritual home nullifies the shittiness of having to wake up early on a Sunday.