Respite

So I finally get a break from the madness that is school and here I am once again, being overly-ambitious, interning away my winter. Do people ever learn?

It's a little lonely here: I've found myself on facebook a little too much, looking at the profiles of people I wouldn't otherwise even think about had I been back in Singapore. I've been wondering what and how they are doing, how much they have changed, and what it'll be like when I finally return.

Of course, more than that, I miss the love of my life, who's elseplace and doesn't have skype. I realize how much easier being in a long-distance relationship is compared to 10 years ago, but also how hard it is.

I've also discovered the faux-satisfying allure of American cable TV. Fortunately—for me, as well as the other couch potatoes—the every-minute ads will frustrate anyone enough for them to get up, walk around, and avoid having their skin fusing into the couch.

I've been wondering if this is the way working life is going to be, your mind periodically occupied with a dozen and one things, rarely having the time to just do nothing, before being caught up in a whirl of activity again. Given the somewhat low odds of moving up in an "industry" that has a notoriously flat corporate structure, you're unlikely to be promoted too much, ending up drawing a salary that's a comfortable middle-class consolation that prevents the 99% from revolting—or not, at least not anymore.

But then Monday comes, and I'm drawn to the fringe of our "collective knowledge". I creep up to that strange unpredictable place, caught up in child-like awe as I peer over the edge. Deep breath.

My name is Kenneth and I am an addict.