W = 1/2 k(x^2), where x --> ∞

Imagine yourself as a spring, where you are (supposedly) being stretched to do work within the limit of proportionality. But now you are being stretched to ∞, which means work done is tending towards infinity as well, and since W ∝F, then the force on you is constantly increasing, which then implies that pressure is increasing as well. And that, is what i call never ending stress.

Whether it is myself or others that made the assumption that i have the immense capability to do work towards infinity i do not know. But the fact that pressure is increasing is like drowning in a sea with so great a depth that you can never figure out when you can come up to the surface to take a breath.

So my 3rd week of the hols is like that -- trying to hold your head up when seas of papers, notes, questions, schedules, meetings are piling on top of you, and trying to stay optimistic all the same. But while trying continuously to suppress all your feelings, longings, thoughts, worries and fears in the day, ironically they manifest themselves in muddled forms, images, figures in your dreams.

Insomnia + lack of appetite: the not so welcomed end product of tremendous amount of work. And of course what my mum calls: 青春期综合症. HA!

On a side note, met up with Catherine Lim today to talk about PW plan. Her character is like the style of her writing. non-linear as she calls it. Great tendency to jump from events to events while answering questions. And a great interest in traditions, issues, culture and belief. Her conversation is filled with interesting randomness, yet enlightening at the same time. Woman with great energy and empathy (: yeah very opinionated.

flipped through parts of Following the Wrong God home, and i sorta liked this poem:

i want to tell you something
mine is a lonely message
in a bottle, storm tossed,
cast by the sea at your feet.
i know
you will go on your way.
you will not break the bottle,
much less break the code.

i guess some codes are not meant to be broken. at least not yet.