It's gonna be November soon!!
So many things to look forward to. Namely my birthday, another step closer to finishing the term and graduating from school (yay baby!) and December!!
Been a tad secretive of late. Have some plans in mind regarding a mini grad trip in Dec which I reaaallllyy hope will come to pass. I'm still keeping my cards close since I'm not prepared for my bubble to burst and hopes to be let down so soon.
Jobhunting is not an easy task. The transition from graduation to work should be more smooth, shouldn't it? Or not that ardous uphill task. At this rate, I'm not gonna get a job till Feb.
This week has been good on the whole except for the whole mas454 bomb which the midterm literally blew up on me. Thank goodness PZ decided to be magnanimous and halfed the CA weightage. Still, lots to buck up on. I kinda thought I would have had it in the bag, given how I thought I knew what was going on. But life is nothing if not unpredictable. Time to spur on. So many formulas to memorizeeeeeeee. I can't decide if I hate running more or memorizing stuffs. Love/hate go figure.
- CM8002 midterm
- HP1100 project
- HG2010 essay
- HY9002 hw
- HG2010 quiz
(I think) before the end of the official end of semester. Seriously. 3.5 years of university life just flew past. That's it. For the time being. Unless I decide on taking a Masters. Meanwhile I'm still waiting for my mind to acclimate to the upcoming situation, for the 'What do you mean no more studying?' to set in. Do people get withdrawals from not mugging? Lol.
On another sidenote, should I get a new laptop from school or wait for the IT fair? Faithful Fujitsu has done a lot... If only it could have endured 4 more weeks...
Home Alone has been a recurring theme this year. Sighs. Not that I'm begrudging my parents for going on a holiday, but it seems to me that every time the only one most affected is moi... Oh wells. Time to put on the big girl panties and suck it up.
Back to books. Toots.
guilt-ridden fun
Dear diary,
Isn't it a mystery how Recess Week always seem to go by so faaaassssssttttt? This week has been both a blast and a bitch and of course, consumed by guilt.
Yay:
- managed to catch up on most stuffs (admittingly they should have been done last weekend)
- finished and hopefully aced the hg2010 article review (which consumed quite some time equivalent to a number of days worth of work, but given it's 25% and I really need those itty bitty marks)
- read a book or a dozen of them (in the time I should've been studying)
- half of hy9002 hw (I tell myself it's part of revision since some of the chaps would be tested during midterm)
- sufficient rest (short days, long nights and no alarms or rather the ability to ignore the incessant ringings quite easily)
Boo:
- mas454 untouched (not for long, sucker!)
- hy9002 touched some (again, not for long sucker!)
Somehow my brain is really rallying my spirits. I started off this entry planning to head down on a guilt trip but it turns out my yay(s) outnumbered my boo(s). How is this even possible? It's a good thing my conscience is currently on hyperactive mode. See how guilt highlights all the yay(s)?
Back to books... uh I mean notes. And looking forward to the day my fun is free from guilt.
When I grow up...
Dear diary,
When i was a girl... When Westlife was still in biz, they crooned about dreams coming true (cue the song). As time past by, as I grew up, things weren't that simple. Everybody said if you work at it, dreams do come true. I for one, would love to find out who exactly those people are.
Then again, there are those who said dreams are the opposite of reality. Hello? Pessimistic much? I subscribe to the 'the glass is never (half-)empty' school of thought. Because really, air takes up the remainder of it. Duh.
Since we're (or rather) I'm on the topic of dreams, I can't really recall the last time I had one or that the last time I remember my dream. (It's not logical to assume that one doesn't dream simply because one cannot recall his dreams.). Anyway, dreaming seems such a luxurious and lavish activity to be engaged in while life passes you by, time and tide flowing and ebbing.
I'm not really good with this philosophical stuffs although I am taking this intriguing module called Logic and Paradoxes this semester. University years have given me endless opportunities to find myself, to grow up, to be more than I was. It goes without saying that one has to take the good with the bad (the happy and the sad) which includes the seemingly endless mugging every undergrad has to endure... thinking when will it ever end..?
And now that the end is really near and almost within this intangible yet touchable distance, I have no fucking clue what I want to be when I grow up. Or at this point, I'm already theoretically at that point since one never stops growing or ageing. The cusp in time where suddenly one becomes an adult. Think The Sims. Financially independent and all that. Yet all I could think about recently was the opportunities I kinda wasted during summer breaks. Work&travel, instep, relief teaching and the list of regrets goes on... As I've recently told a friend, uni years are like golden years. After that once you enter the working world, everything is just so mundane and monotone. Shades of grey. Of course, it's up to oneself to define the colors or happiness and whatsoever, but to do so within the restrictions and constraints, the responsibilities and roles midst social dictations takes a lot of skills. Having said all that, I feel uni years are like the last few years that everyone ought to cherish. Having to mug is the necessary evil in this case.
Come on baby, let the good times roll.
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