Because CNY is a tradition that's as thin as water.
And another (senseless) Chinese New Year has come to pass. I'm pretty certain when it comes to my time, Chinese New Year won't exist on my calendar at all.
This Chinese New Year, I felt more alone than ever. But it ignited something in me.
My only worry is that I will forget this small flame in my slothfulness and procrastination. When that happens, I will make the rapid transition into the old hag that I dread to become.
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It's time to pack away my toys as I tighten the rope round my neck. A few weeks back, I applied for internship. Doing so meant 2 things; I forgo any chances of getting first class honours and I graduate an entire year earlier. The professor in-charge, however, intruded my mailbox with discouragement. Or rather, encouragement. If you had been following my self-indulgent entries, you would know that I have completely thrown my degree into the wind. No matter how preachy this sounds, God was (and is) good and gave me good results last semester. My GPA is a little below what is needed for a first class honours but the professor apparently thinks that I can pull a rabbit out of a hat.
When I got that email, I laughed. The semesters are going to get harder. And if you were there to witness my lackadaisical attitude towards school for the past 2 weeks... Whoo boy! I think you tell me to dump that email straightaway. I do so desperately want to get out of dreadful university (And gawd. I absolutely hate it when my aunt tells me I'm not appreciating university life. HOW TO, I ask you! Classes are held in the afternoon, activities end at ungodly hours... The way I roll is I study hard when it comes to school, and when I'm free, I do things that don't need brains. Some call it 'bimbo-tic'. Whatever. That's the way I balance my life.) but at the same time, internship... I will be interning at some school or some government board. Teaching, I have done that already. Working for the government, I have zero interest in it. So yeah, FYP it is.
A friend once told me "If you treasure your hair, don't do FYP.". Sigh. Bye hair. I only pray for strength to last the 4 remaining semesters.
Because if I'm going to do FYP, I sure as hell make certain that the first class honours is mine.
This Chinese New Year, I felt more alone than ever. But it ignited something in me.
My only worry is that I will forget this small flame in my slothfulness and procrastination. When that happens, I will make the rapid transition into the old hag that I dread to become.
-
It's time to pack away my toys as I tighten the rope round my neck. A few weeks back, I applied for internship. Doing so meant 2 things; I forgo any chances of getting first class honours and I graduate an entire year earlier. The professor in-charge, however, intruded my mailbox with discouragement. Or rather, encouragement. If you had been following my self-indulgent entries, you would know that I have completely thrown my degree into the wind. No matter how preachy this sounds, God was (and is) good and gave me good results last semester. My GPA is a little below what is needed for a first class honours but the professor apparently thinks that I can pull a rabbit out of a hat.
When I got that email, I laughed. The semesters are going to get harder. And if you were there to witness my lackadaisical attitude towards school for the past 2 weeks... Whoo boy! I think you tell me to dump that email straightaway. I do so desperately want to get out of dreadful university (And gawd. I absolutely hate it when my aunt tells me I'm not appreciating university life. HOW TO, I ask you! Classes are held in the afternoon, activities end at ungodly hours... The way I roll is I study hard when it comes to school, and when I'm free, I do things that don't need brains. Some call it 'bimbo-tic'. Whatever. That's the way I balance my life.) but at the same time, internship... I will be interning at some school or some government board. Teaching, I have done that already. Working for the government, I have zero interest in it. So yeah, FYP it is.
A friend once told me "If you treasure your hair, don't do FYP.". Sigh. Bye hair. I only pray for strength to last the 4 remaining semesters.
Because if I'm going to do FYP, I sure as hell make certain that the first class honours is mine.
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