Well well well. Hello again. I hope you have missed me. Hahaha.
I’ve been on school break since October 1st. If it hadn’t been for the flood crisis in Thailand, today would’ve been the first day of my second semester at Faculty of Arts, Chulalongkorn University. But due to the said cause, the semester had been postponed from October 26th to November 7th. And just a few days ago it was said to be officially postponed from November 7th to November 14th. As for me, personally, I can’t be more happy to have more days off. However, some of my friends (okay, a MAJORITY of my friends) have been complaining that they wanted to study already (Hmm..).
During the break, I actually haven’t been doing anything much. Same old routines, more intensity. Of course I’m not talking about working out. I can’t bring myself to work out, though I know I should. I just hate to work out in this goddamned hot weather. It makes me cranky and I would throw a bitchy tantrum at everyone who happens to talk to me. Anyway. What I meant was my same old hobbies. I read every day, and have finished more books than ever in this month alone. I sleep longer than anyone in their right mind would, that is, I go to bed later than midnight, usually around 1 or 2 am in the friggin morning (well, I’m caught up in reading) and get up at around 11 am or noon of the same day. The funny thing is I set my clock to go off at 3 specific time everyday (8.30, 9.00, 9.30 am), but I don’t even hear it ring. Or when I do hear it, I just go right back to sleep anyway. So there’s really no point in setting alarm clock during holidays. So yeah, that’s the two things I’ve spent most time on: reading and sleeping. And I also play the Sims Social too.
Meet the book I was reading last week:

It’s actually not mine. I borrowed it from Bank about two weeks ago along with 1984, both of which I have already finished. Before Kafka on the Shore, I have read Haruki Murakami’s Norwegian Wood (also borrowed from him), and found that it was absolute shit. Since then, I couldn’t bring myself to believe the hype that goes around about Murakami’s awesomeness. Bank, being a huge Murakami fan, couldn’t stand to hear me bash his Japanese hero, and thus lent me this book, in desperate hope to change my mind. And alright, he succeeded. The book is really good. Maybe Murakami isn’t all that shit. But I’m never going to forgive him for having written the shit that is Norwegian Wood.
Also, I’ve discovered that I don’t feel like blogging when I have time. I know that sounds weird and logically invalid. I did some observation, and I saw that I tend to blog less during holidays than during omg-i-don’t-have-time-too-many-assignments school time. I’m trying to change that. I need to write constantly so as to not forget how to write. When I haven’t written for a long time, it’s hard to start writing again. Like now, I haven’t written any songs for about half a year, and I’ve totally lost the will to start again, and the ability to bring words to life. That’s a catastrophe, but I’ll deal with that later. I just don’t want it to happen with blogging. When I’m too lazy even to write, I would remind myself of a Stephen King quote (that is on the menu bar of my blog for this same purpose): If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot. I guess I don’t have to worry about reading, because it’s something I already am obliged to do on a daily basis like showering and eating, or else I would be cranky. Though the concern would have to be whether I gain anything about writing and words from it. For this reason, I like to take time when I read. I like to reread sentences and paragraphs, so as to absorb the style and linger on the subtle flow of them and enjoy the beauty. You can say I’m a slow reader, and I know I am. But writing is so easy to ignore, you know. There are just too many excuses. “Oh, I don’t have time. I’m reading!” “I don’t know what to write about.” “My fingers are sore.” “I just got my nails done.” and all that jazz, and all of which I have used to justify myself. But I’m determined to not do that again.
Two days ago I went to MK restaurant with my mother and brother where I brought up a conversation about my idea of my future which I wanted to announce. It might sound stupid but who knows? it could happen. I told her that when I’m ready, I will fly to America and try to get my book(s) published there. She, of course, was confused. My further explanation was that I would write in English because it’s the language I feel most comfortable with, though I don’t know yet what it will be about, or how I will get it published. She didn’t seem to protest or start discouraging me. She’s that kind of mom, she never pushes me to become what she wants me to be (because I’m sure she doesn’t know what it is, to begin with) and she considers everything I have to say about my future a possibility. Which is nice. She didn’t try to make me feel like I should stay in Thailand, as I have told her a thousand times before that I don’t feel like this is where I belong. When asked whether she would move to America with me when that dream/idea/plan is realized, she refused, saying this is where she belongs. Though my brother happily declared that he would. Well, okay. I suppose I should worry about having that dream/idea/plan come true first, then all else would follow. I feel that I have so many things to say to the world. I have to start now to figure out what I’m good at and what I want to write.I want to write words that move people, to joy, to laughter, to tears. I want to have that power. In other words, I want to be to the world what Jonathan Safran Foer is to me.
I guess at this point, that’s all I want to say about life. Maybe I will be successful, maybe I will fail a googolplex times and give up. Maybe I’ll end up doing other things instead. Maybe I will be nothing at all more than a loser. Maybe‘s. Our life is full of uncertain possibilities. I don’t have any idea yet about in which ways possible my life is going to turn out. Let’s wait and see. All we can do now is dream and chase it. Don’t settle down for anything just yet before trying everything. That’s what I think. As Oscar Wilde would say, “To define is to limit.”