Living out a tragedy

Woah. The past three weeks have really passed by in a whirl! It's been an eventful three weeks with non-stop activities since, since...ok actually it's really been the most eventful month so far, with non-stop activities day after day! Ever since the end of the last paper, rushing to hang out with the warwick ppl for the last time before we all left for summer, flying off to Eastern Europe, hanging out in London, rushing about campus packing my stuff and shifting, flying back to Singapore, and hanging out with soooooo many friends, and a little with my family, over the past week! And it's with a tinge of regret that I'm diving straight into work tmr with relief teaching at RI. I don't really know what got into me when I replied the math HOD, but yea I'm really just riding on this wave of momentum that's sweeping me along from one thing to the next.

Maybe it's gonna be good..a little routine can only be good for the restless mind that's been wondering off tangent (morally and ethically speaking, perhaps stupid, perhaps honest in other terms...) that's leading all sentiments to a dead end. Maybe there is some truth in ym's taunt? That it's just the subconscious desire for something to mope about. But it's been so sudden, so certain...But it's impossible isn't it..? It's like auditioning for the role of the tragic hero, a helpless desire, yet definitely smacking of masochism. Hahaha....How will I say goodbye to summer this year?