Recently, I've got some cracking good news. Well, it's good news for me, I am not sure about others. I would love to tell the entire world about it but I've learnt that I should only announce the news when all things are 99% confirmed. I can blame that 1% on 'everything is possible' and 'shits happen'. One of the many things that's gonna happen subsequent to this good news - I can get rid of my study table and replace by a new, huge book shelf. Go figure!
Time for bad news - I failed a paper. I didn't hide at the corner to cry as I was pretty much prepared. I was contemplating if I should blog about it and yes, here I am, spilling the truth. The assignment was the one that had gone with my hard drive. I admit that I didn't put much effort in doing it the second time. I was quite embarrassed for myself to have failed a paper after 26 years. Bad luck + own irresponsibility + carelessness - I just have to deal with it. I was upset but what can I do? Talking about it now still upsets me. Let's talk about something else.
So I went for medical check-up today to extend my visa. One of the questions that they asked was Do you consume alcohol? If yes, how much? I said Yes. Socially. That officer insisted that I give her exact quantity I consume per week. For a great 2 seconds, I was shamefully speechless. I thought I shouldn't tell the truth, or perhaps, I didn't know the truth because I don't count and I lose count. So I lied and told her erm... maybe 3 on Friday and 3 on Saturday. I just hope the alcohol from Saturday night is out of my system.
I'm in dire need of self-discipline and quality 12-hour sleep. I'm turning into a bad skin panda with work piling up. The pillow that I couldn't sleep without is getting flat, need a new one but I'm too lazy to hunt one down. Maybe, next week.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
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