Friday, July 19, 2013

I think I must not have blogged in a year already. It's nice to come back to a place where I used to express my thoughts all the time. It feels comfortable. It feels nice (: 

I'm doing a few things concurrently now- typing, listening to Lisztomania and sweating out of my pores. I know only pigs sweat and we perspire but I feel like "perspire" is too mild a word for the dampness that is pooling under my arms. 

It's been 7 days at Yale, Berkeley College. It's been another 7 days in NUS's RC4. What began as surreal has begun to become a throbbing rhythm of life. I can't believe it's happened so quickly. Yesterday, I only had 2 hours of sleep because Daniel introduced me to this ridiculously amazing application called The Brain and I got caught up in trying to figure it out that I slept too late. 

Right now I'm standing in my dorm room which has no air-conditioning or fan but is pretty cooling because the night air is nice. My window is small, but overlooks the lawn and the big tree and the wind that comes through makes my heart skip a little. 
New Haven in general is very archaic and gorgeous. I felt very overwhelmed and bowled over by its immense beauty and grandeur. In fact, on my first day, I felt so completely spellbound that I literally couldn't function properly and felt confused and weirdly upset. All the buildings in Yale are modelled after the big brick-and-limestone + archways + cloisters + sprawling square lawns of Oxbridge. The entire place looks like a sprawling castle district with its intricately patterned gates, delicately designed stairwells, high, looming ceilings, and towering, gothic architecture. It has a kind of magnificence that makes me helpless with awe, such that I feel, firstly, deeply regretful at the fact that I will have to leave in 3 weeks, secondly, that I am so incredibly fortunate to being able to see and live in all of it, and lastly, an annoyingly persistent itch to take pictures of everything. 
Today, I woke up at about 7am and rolled off my oddly high bed. My bed is as high as my shoulder and I have to slide off it every morning. Breakfast is at the dining hall where the food is too good to be true. This morning I had scrambled eggs with french toast, salad and cereal. The cereal bar is too good to be true, theres a daily selection of 10 different types of cereal, a choice of skim/lowfat milk, and soy milk. I make a brisk-dash- sorta thing to the bus and we go off to Mystic Seaport.  
If I had to describe today with a song, it would be the Sound of Music with some alterations to the lyrics
"I'm barely alive, with the scorching sunshine."
Heat aside, though, I learnt an awesome song from Mr Saito, and also that Manas is incredibly good to memorising things. Sean taught us the theme song for Totoro- and I struggled my way through it like a floundering pre-schooler which Manas went like a train. Geniuses. 
Mystic Seaport was a great experience. We met this man called Rob Robertson who told us about Connecticut back in the 1800s, and how they would use too-heavy guns to fire deadly, explosive harpoons at whales. He was incredibly nice and let us handle the giant brass antique without even blinking. 
I also learn how ropes are made and I am deeply impressed by the amount of accuracy that goes into the making of one rope. One wrong hole and the whole rope would be messed up. Then we went to try our hand at rowing, and also leant how the olden-day pirates used archaic navigation tools like the sextet and night-compasses, together with the north star. 
It was altogether a really awesome day-- I'm bummed that I didn't get to try my hand at tango and improv, though. I'm really too exhausted today. Well, maybe tomorrow!

So long for now! 

No comments: