Inner Peace

Well, here I am again, at the threshold of yet another essay due date. Worse still, it's taken up most of my time and left me with little to study the upcoming Earth Science exam. Oh well. My fault, as usual. Coulda, shoulda, woulda but to no avail. Scheisse.

But, as always, there's a silver lining in every cloud as there is some form of soy sauce in an Asian person's house.

Felt so fed up with the crap I was writing yesterday, so I decided to play hooky for a while and go for kendo. It was only supposed to be an hour. Then it became an hour and a half. Two hours passed. Two and a half. Three. Before I knew it, I practiced almost nonstop from 2 till 6. Yes. Talk about shitty time management, but there you have it. So I guess that four extra hours to work on tonight. But heck. It was the best 4 hours of my entire week. Nothing beat the feeling of training my arse off all night long in the company of 'family'. 400 suburi (that's swinging exercise) went by and I still had enough going for ten rounds of stamping cuts. Whooah. Nearly dropped afterwards, but it was so worth it. I felt so...happy. For the first 100 cuts it felt like I was really wasting my time (and my arms...that 500 gram shinai can make itself feel like 2 kg at times). But come 150, I felt nothing. Either my arms died, or I was going into a trance. With forty other voices yelling "MEN" at the same time from start to finish, it suddenly became quite relaxing. And then I noticed my cuts looking and feeling better. And blisters! I NOW HAVE BLISTERS! Damn. Took long enough, too. Everyone else already has theirs. Haha. Felt like I could've gone on forever (even if my arms and lungs couldn't take it anymore). Then we stamped the length of the gym ten times. THAT took the fight out of me.

But who cares. I enjoyed myself so much. For four hours, I could bloody well forget the fact that I hated doing a paper I felt was complete and utter crap. For that small space in time, I also probably did more exercise than I had the whole week. Pure and simple joy. Who knew.

After that, I tried to stay awake but my eyes were dropping like sacks of rice (speaking of which, I now have a 5kg bag of rice, courtesy of the kind Jose. Now what exactly I'm supposed to do with it, I'm not sure). Metaphorically, of course. So, in addition to exercising for the first time in a week, I also fell asleep before 12 am for the first time in...er...a month? And woke up before dawn as well, although that might be the strep throat making its presence known. Hoorah.

Speaking of which, I got to train with that cute senpai...she's so cute...and strong. Ohh, yeah. Looks like a butterfly, strikes like a .45 slug. Gosh, I do like it when she hits my shinai for do cuts. So...mmm...forceful.

Ahahahah.

Move along, folks. Nothing to see there. Other than a lecher.

Other news...

I don't feel like talking to the girls (my flatmates) these days. Not good. But...not too bad either. K's got Jose to keep her busy now *wink wink* (and sigh of relief from me). And M's already in go-home mode, so she's pretty much sussed (other than losing her laptop to the hands of some wank...but that's another story). So all is well in my little world. For now.

Come next week, and that's in, say, 4 hours, and I'll be ready with yet another rant on why university isn't all beer and skittles. But then again, most of you would probably have been there and done that, neh.

Oh well.

Good night.

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