i may be crazy, little frayed around the edge

so at the end of my 4 weeks in singapore (i know.. i have a few more days), i think i've done everything i needed to do, even though i've really not done that much. i think i've spoken to everyone i really wanted to speak to, and met people i didn't expect to meet again. and at the end of it all, a few simple conclusions that i hope will help me make it through the next academic year:

the most obvious misconception that i have correct is definitely that bad assumption that your world stays still while you move away. that notion was dispelled beyond any possible doubt. so in a way my life has a new objective: in this next nine months, i need to start figuring out how to extricate myself from what my life has been for the past three years, and start thinking about how i'm going to readapt to my life in the next fifty. tough work that.

secondly, and to paraphrase nicholas cage (oh i love to do that!): they say 'time flies when you're having fun'. what they ought to say is, 'time flies'. time has been entirely unforgiving in these past few years, and i wonder whether it's going to keep up the pace. these past four weeks have gone by in a heartbeat, and i wonder whether it is at all affected by what i've chosen to do (or rather not do). i suppose the quickness of time's passing is merely a reflection of life's ultimate brevity in the grand scheme of things, our insignificance made perceptible.

thirdly, i need to reevaluate my needs. i think i've gotten to a point where i've placed certain concerns above others, when in fact they should be no more important than anything else. it's time to stop chasing the things that aren't going to come my way, and start thinking about the things that i actually have to do.

and then i started looking at old posts to this blog, starting from the ones from the summer after first year. i realized that a lot of the things i used to feel have now become more easily articulated, but no less frustrating. just because i have a word or concept to label my emotional state has not made it any easier. also, i think i wrote a lot of what i wrote while i was (perhaps unsurprisingly) drunk. but whatever the case, i think the seeds of my downfall of late was clearly planted much earlier.

now two totally unrelated points:
IMDB now has spoiler alerts for plot keywords. why would they bother?! also, when you search for the terms "breakout lyrics" on google, you don't get the foo fighters song first, you get miley cyrus. now google thinks i'm into hannah montana (is that how you even spell it?)