as queer as a clockwork orange

The math test lies before me, a cruelly thick pad of heart-wrenching white paper lined with black words. But this time, my soul and body are united in complete preparation. I push my seat back and drop to my knees. I must find my inner divinity. I must fight through my conscious mind and reach a unified peace. I must find my divine secret. I am a Yogi. As I close my eyes and drift into a semi-conscious state, I feel a tingling in the back of my spine. Suddenly a surge of enlightenment rushes up my spine and penetrates my brain. Definite integrals, indefinite integrals, growth and decay, half-lives, logistics. All have meshed into one comprehensible Idea, a sole Idea that sinks subtly into my previously chaotic mind. My heart and reason are at peace. I have reached enlightenment. My eyes spring open, heart pulsing, I face my ultimate challenge #1. Integrate.
What in the world?! My Yogi soul slowly leaks out, my mind turning ever so white, so blank. My eyes glance up to find my math teacher staring at me as if I had turned into Yogi Bear.

Note to readers: I hope you cringed as much as I did writing this.
This is exactly how I feel as I read Eat. Pray. Love. by Elizabeth Gilbert. For every single activity or event that takes place in her life in this book, she must attach it to some greater meaning, some greater purpose. There’s so much unnecessary profundity it’s almost overwhelming. In truth, it grosses me out sometimes. Her metaphorical relationships to everything she does makes me cringe and shade my eyes from the text as if there was some supernatural light meant to blind my eyes from the ghastly sight.
Other than this disturbing aspect of her novel, it is pretty entertaining. Though, there are quite a lot of parts that can be skimmed through. I haven’t finished the novel yet but I’m pretty sure I will be able to keep myself sane until the very end.

For the third time in my life, I will be traveling to the States. This time, it’s not Disneyland or Disneyworld. I will be visiting my brother in Princeton, New Jersey. Words cannot express my excitement right now. Maybe later. When I’m standing in Princeton land, Princeton ground, Princeton air, Princeton sky, Princeton University. Surely, I’ll have something to say by then. But until then, I wish you a Happy Chinese New Year.

For those who will be staying here and building an intimate relationship with their textbooks and essays, don’t fight or argue with them. They may be inanimate but they always win. Go fight and argue with your lovely cousins :]