after a rather disturbing, albeit short, conversation last night, i thought about alot of stuff. and went shiiiiit my life has no direction. no aim. no nothing!
basically. i was asked if i really wanted a psc scholarship cos its so much a gathering of overachievers (which i am so not).
and if i could stand talking to wenxian x50 all the time. no offence to that smart guy (esp since i've been told a million and one times by somebody that hes really a very nice guy)
and if i could take the stress.
and if it would be too fake.
AND. who cares man. its so damn hard to get in i apply first lah.
i realise my priorities are all screwed up. like my first choice for psc would be ministry of foreign affairs. why oh why?? they'll probably only want people who study ir/pol sci and to study that you need to have done history As oh maaaaan.
anyone wants a not-good-at-any-particular-subject-girl? scholarships come to me me me!
haven't blogged for some days
cos the same people have succeeded in pissing me off.
now its confirmed. am teaching at tj again for the whole of next term. have i mentioned how much i hated it?
clearly i have not complained about it enough at home so here it is dumped on me again.
after living in a dictatorship for my life i am now told that there is a need for 'freedom fighters'. its not funny.
worse still.
i'll be at a different table when i go back this time. ahhhhh. my previous table used to be tucked away in the corner so i could sleep blissfully without anyone knowing. howww.
thing is i try not to sleep. but i can't help it lah. if they give me work to do then thats fine. but its always stoning stoning and more stoning. stoning induces sleep okay.
now i know why the army told them that relationships aren't likely to survive ns. second-rate now yes i am. i kid myself not.
my england is very the weird now. please pardon me.
after a rather disturbing, albeit short, conversation last night, i thought about alot of stuff. and went shiiiiit my life has no direction. no aim. no nothing!
basically. i was asked if i really wanted a psc scholarship cos its so much a gathering of overachievers (which i am so not).
and if i could stand talking to wenxian x50 all the time. no offence to that smart guy (esp since i've been told a million and one times by somebody that hes really a very nice guy)
and if i could take the stress.
and if it would be too fake.
AND. who cares man. its so damn hard to get in i apply first lah.
i realise my priorities are all screwed up. like my first choice for psc would be ministry of foreign affairs. why oh why?? they'll probably only want people who study ir/pol sci and to study that you need to have done history As oh maaaaan.
anyone wants a not-good-at-any-particular-subject-girl? scholarships come to me me me!
haven't blogged for some days
cos the same people have succeeded in pissing me off.
now its confirmed. am teaching at tj again for the whole of next term. have i mentioned how much i hated it?
clearly i have not complained about it enough at home so here it is dumped on me again.
after living in a dictatorship for my life i am now told that there is a need for 'freedom fighters'. its not funny.
worse still.
i'll be at a different table when i go back this time. ahhhhh. my previous table used to be tucked away in the corner so i could sleep blissfully without anyone knowing. howww.
thing is i try not to sleep. but i can't help it lah. if they give me work to do then thats fine. but its always stoning stoning and more stoning. stoning induces sleep okay.
now i know why the army told them that relationships aren't likely to survive ns. second-rate now yes i am. i kid myself not.
my england is very the weird now. please pardon me.