My mind's been racing again and I'm left without a choice but try to catch up. So many things, ideas coming, conjured, being conceived. It's something like a 'thoughts' frenzy, if there is anything like that sort at all.
Evidently, I couldn't manage a straight thought here. Hell, it's been the same with my reading. I'm like juggling with four novels at the moment, not quite sure which one to read AND finish first.
Maybe the problem with me really is that I think ahead of myself. And everytime I try to think and come up with a plan for something, that's when the trouble begins. Shit happens. And it feels damn frustrating.
Just like now.
I'm still cool with my mission 101 and for this month, I decided to arrange beforehand my reading list. I came up with a list of 13 books all of which I am suppose to finish by the third week, that is, before I left for Japan for a short vacation, sort of.
Like I said I'm screwing up, well, I think. I couldn't quite maintain my focus. I started reading until halfway through In the Bell Jar (Sylvia Plath) and jumped into Expensive People (Joyce Carol Oates), but I only managed the first ten pages or so. And then last night, I was supposed to be reading Tweak (Nic Sheff), only to find myself reading Noticing Paradise (Ellen Wittlinger).
Tonight though, I'm reading Tweak and just when I'm almost halfway through it, a thought suddenly occur to me.
The Things I Cannnot Do (in no particular order)
Evidently, I couldn't manage a straight thought here. Hell, it's been the same with my reading. I'm like juggling with four novels at the moment, not quite sure which one to read AND finish first.
Maybe the problem with me really is that I think ahead of myself. And everytime I try to think and come up with a plan for something, that's when the trouble begins. Shit happens. And it feels damn frustrating.
Just like now.
I'm still cool with my mission 101 and for this month, I decided to arrange beforehand my reading list. I came up with a list of 13 books all of which I am suppose to finish by the third week, that is, before I left for Japan for a short vacation, sort of.
Like I said I'm screwing up, well, I think. I couldn't quite maintain my focus. I started reading until halfway through In the Bell Jar (Sylvia Plath) and jumped into Expensive People (Joyce Carol Oates), but I only managed the first ten pages or so. And then last night, I was supposed to be reading Tweak (Nic Sheff), only to find myself reading Noticing Paradise (Ellen Wittlinger).
Tonight though, I'm reading Tweak and just when I'm almost halfway through it, a thought suddenly occur to me.
The Things I Cannnot Do (in no particular order)
- Pushups
- Swim
- Cook
- Car tuning
- Reformatting my disk drive
- Flash/Animation
- Photoshop
- Crochet, knitting, etc.
- Read classic literature
- Play any goddamn musical instrument
- Write poems, haikus, etc.
- Speak foreign language other than English
- Listen to Hip-hop and Metal
- GETTING A JOB :-)
- Make friends??
- Breakdance
- Backflips
- Stay in the library
- Make scrapbooks
- Sports (anything that has to do with it)
- Identify plants
- Skateboarding
- Enjoy eating fruits
- Strike a conversation with a stranger
- STAYING OUT OF THE HOUSE :-)
And many more.
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