20 October 2002 9:47 p.m. I have never waited so long for o little before. In this case, it was a measly little piece of paper that would allow me to queue up tomorrow in order for me to register for my elective subject. In addition to that, I can’t take the subjects I want, i.e. diagnostic virology and medical physiology and pharmacology together. This is because classes for these two subjects are held at the same time. I wonder what diabolical mind thought of that. So, I now have to think of taking either basic hematology, which is a subject that strikes fear in the hearts of even the swots. I must be crazy to think of taking it. On the other hand, anatomic pathology entails quite a bit of memorizing and practicals, if I’m not mistaken. I hate getting my hands dirty. That’s for lesser mortals. Haha. But if I take basic hematology, then I’d probably have to take the advanced course next year. Seniors have taken it just because it was 4 credit hours and ended up repeating the class! Ahhh… Remy Shand’s voice gives me hope. He makes life seem cool and easy and uncluttered. I’m so at peace. opens another window And then I remember that I can’t get the internet to work and get stressed again!!! And then, Remy’s smooth voice soothes me again. And then I go and check on that internet window and then I get all tense again. It’s a damned vicious cycle, I tell you.
Mondays. Is it any wonder?
It's Sundaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay... back to the real world tomorrow...
Well, tomorrow I shall rejoin the academic fray. Can’t say I’m brimming over with anticipation over the whole thing. For one thing, I’ll have to go and line up at the engineering faculty’s auditorium to get a number that will allow me to line up again on Tuesday. Basically, I’m going to line up to line up. How clever.
I notice that it’s only students from my intake who are lining up tomorrow. I suppose the authorities have learnt a lesson from last semester, where hundreds, and possibly thousands of innocent little kiddies lined up overnight just to get their grubby lil’ hands on those line tickets. Some apparently fainted. Gee.
Being the person that I am, I obviously think my suggestion makes much more sense: that is, why can’t the damned tickets be distributed to each faculty, and thus distributed among the students by the faculty itself? Maybe there’s a flaw in there somewhere that I can’t see because I’m so damned egotistical.
I guess now would be a good time to start reading that Ulysses book. I bought it, like, a month ago, and it might be moldering there beside my bed because I haven’t touched it. It’s a crime to buy a book and not read it. I’ve committed a sin! I wonder what the penalty for not reading a bought book is, cos I’m sure as hell guilty of that.
thinks of the thick big-ass genetics book and squirms in discomfort
Anyway, it’s back to the rat race for me. I feel like I even have to relearn the route back to campus. How stupid can you get? Hope I get the course I was aiming for… crosses fingers
it’s also time to renew my acquaintance with coffee and lack of sleep too, I think.
Wish me luck, whoever’s reading this!
18 October 2002 10:41 a.m.Friday!
Day three without a mother in the house. We need her back, dammit!
cries
I had to wake up early this morning just to take the trash out! Actually, I don’t usually have to wake up so early, but the bastards are coming at 8.30 in the morning! What happened to the 10.30 or so arrival? At least they toot their horn to announce their presence, so that people won’t be caught unawares. Somewhat.
I’ve discovered something else too: even though I’m not typing out an entry, like, on the rare occasions when I’m actually writing a story, I don’t click the little ‘italic’ icon straightaway. Instead, I reach for the ‘<’ key, fully intending to type in 'code for italics' before I catch myself. How scary is that? I’m too used to what little html I know. I haven’t told anyone, cos if I did, I know they’d all call me an idiot and a psycho and insist on going somewhere. And I would be completely uninterested in going to that somewhere because it would involve seeing people and even… talking to some of them!!!
We all know how bad I am at that, don’t we?
Check it out, I’m a goddess. At this point, I’m a domestic goddess, cos that’s my only domain so far. But I’m making the best of it. I’d love to be a clothes goddess, but that title probably belongs to Ning Baizura right now. Heh. No fear, my time will come. One day. Hopefully in this lifetime.
I wonder what the weather in Camerons is like right now.
