HELLO CYBER WORLD!

As usual, I have no concept of time. Whoever invented clocks would be turning in his grave right now, looking at how I manage my time.

It's break week next week, but I've got an International Political Economy term paper due Monday, a Research Methods for the Social Sciences term paper due Wednesday, and the exciting Finishing Touch interview also on that dark day.

Let's run through a list of what I've completed.





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Oh yeah, none.

Let's look at what I'm at least halfway through.





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So halfway is a bit of a grand ambition. How about looking at what I've already started?





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Heh? No such records.

Today is Friday, the last day of school, and as usual I'm acting as if my entire semester is over.

When will I start on my term papers?

Manana, manana.

Which means tomorrow, tomorrow in Spanish. But I'm missing that squiggly "n" letter thing which is used in the Spanish alphabet, so I'm effectively talking about manly bananas instead.

Because I feel it is important to reflect upon my life at some point, and to take pride (or a lack thereof) in what I have done, I shall look back at my semester and my life in general to see what I've been up to.

International Economics A:
How exciting, I've gotten back some of my grades for this.

It seems the professor only knows one letter, and that is C. But what am I complaining, considering I opened my textbook for the first time during the midterms and I spent the time during the test READING my textbook for the first time (a fact which surprisingly wasn't lost on the people sitting beside me...were people so confident in their midterms that they spent most of their time looking at me bonding with my textbook? Wah.), I guess I am pretty contented with my grades.

I think I have frightened some of the people in class with my low expectations in life. I think it's pretty clear that my priority in life isn't comprehending balance of payments theories or doing well for this module. In fact, I didn't even know we were allowed to bring our notes in for the midterms. I thought it was just the book?

Me: (Burst into class triumphantly, after having snuck in right on time before the midterms started) Hello! (Waves at friend, sits down beside friend)

Friend: WHERE ARE YOUR NOTES?!

Me: Notes?

Friend: Notes!

Me: (Flashback to previous classes...what notes...) Oh, I don't have any. (Not to mention the fact that I didn't even know we were allowed notes)

Friend: (Eyes wide, mouth wide, nose wide? Everything wide!) HUH?!

Me: (Looked around at classroom, notices stacks of notes on every person's desk) Oh all right all right, I think I'll use what I have. (Takes out my "notes" --> If you read the previous entries, the notes that I effectively have are those that I scanned...a mish-mesh of notes in fake Chinese?! Drawings of everything somewhat related but yet totally unrelated to Econs?! Go me!)

Friend: Huh...you're using THAT?

I think he was more concerned than I was. Ah, as much as I don't believe it myself, there is some Econs wisdom hidden beneath some of the junk and gunk in my notes, if you look carefully. Of course, it would have helped if I actually completed some of the sentences I wrote in my Econs notes, because some of the notes came out like this.

"Singapore is an open economy which does not fix its interest rates because it is DAVID SILVA SITTING ON GRASS." Followed by a drawing of David Silva sitting on grass. Singapore's open economy is not as important as David Silva sitting on grass.

Did I mention that I like drawing David Silva? His head is really simply-shaped, and round.

So that was how my midterms went. Got a C- for it, which honestly I can't complain. Frankly, I don't even care. I don't care for things that don't interest me, which I've been told off for, but I absolutely hate being forced to do things that I don't like to do. Econs is one. Remind me never to invest my money in anything in the future. My notes about hedge funds ended up as a beautiful drawing of the scary house in "The King of the Castle", hidden behind a plethora of hedges.

Research Methods for the Social Sciences:
Probably more useful if I was considering Psychology, which I am not, so adios.

Finishing Touch:
Hahahahaha. What can I say about this module?

To be honest, business has NEVER appealed to me. Working in a 9-to-5 is, to me, a pretty stifling option. This module is very useful...if you fit into that kind of mould. The mould that every parent would be proud of. The academic, the white-collared job, the money-making child.

Thank god my parents aren't like that.

I have always been really clear about what I didn't want. And it still hasn't changed. Possibly, people were hoping to change my mindset with this module, but nope, I don't let people change my mind. I went into class knowing I didn't want a 9-to-5, and I still don't. I find it admirable that people in the class have all sorts of grandiose dreams, and even a little sad that I lack such mighty plans of my own, but I think I'm happier than a lot of the people I talk to, not just in that class, but people in general.

It doesn't take much to please me, I'm not looking for a high-paying job with an inflated status. I don't see the importance in that. However, I had such a hard time writing my Career Essay (a detailed career goal and plans for the future) because I was so sure about what I didn't want, but not entirely sure about what it is that I wanted.

That said, I made myself think late one night. While looking out the window at a non-existent moon (I mean, they ALWAYS did that in the movies, but there was always a moon conveniently outside the window, which is really unfair), I decided to think back to my childhood days, when everything seemed possible and I was too young to know what I could and couldn't do. It was pretty easy to see where my interests laid as a child.

1) Archaeology -- Indiana Jones, Indiana Jones! Did I mention that I love the adventures so much that I spent THREE ENTIRE DAYS JUST SITTING DOWN PLAYING my dear sibling's PS3 game, the Indiana Jones one. I was so into it that I pulled my arm muscle trying to hoist Indiana over this ridiculous lava-filled hole, which if he had any sense in the first place, he would have avoided. And I completed the entire game in 3 days, which is no mean feat I tell ya. My other dear sibling helped me out at some point, but I was mostly left battling all those enemies on my own, which gave me such a headache that my dog started to look concerned with my well-being because I was groaning everytime Indiana did something wrong...why am I talking about this?

So, I wanted to be an archaeologist. A lot. As a kid, I used to borrow those archaeology/history encyclopedias and just peruse through them everyday. At my old house, there was this playground and a small hill and I used to pretend that I was climbing some sacred mountain and all the other kids were the tribal people and the swings were tree vines and the monkey bars were tree branches and the sand was really quicksand and the pebbles were the only places that you could walk on or you'd die a painful death...no wonder I didn't have many friends when I was younger, I clearly had issues.

So AHHH whatever. I wanted to do archaeology. I remember asking my parents once if I could be that and if I could live in a pyramid and they were appalled. Aish.

2) Actress -- CLEARLY a childhood dream. I really liked acting, I used to pull a lot of acting nonsense here and there to freak people out as a child. The fake crying and things like that, which being the youngest, usually worked.

3) Writer -- I liked writing, I still do. Which, I'm sure, isn't lost on you if you're reading this. Of course, I'm too long-winded for my own good, and I know no one would ever pay to read any of my stuff, but I just like doing it for myself, it's a nice way to document thoughts.

This is probably the most realistic dream I've got, the nearest profession I can think of is that of a journalist. A foreign correspondent of some sort, that would be really cool. Exploration is key, and I love writing about things that we don't know the answers to. Which is why I secretly dream of going to North Korea...I think I'm really strange. People are dreaming to get out and I'm dreaming to go in. I'd just like to explore that society for myself and see the 2 extremes of Korean culture. North and South Korea. One culture, two ways of life. Why? It'll be nice to see for myself how that came about. So culture is not that important to a society after all, but the political systems instead.

So my Career Essay was about this. And I don't think anyone would be really impressed with how small my dream is, but to me, it's big enough, it'll make my world if I could even be like that in the future.

It's easy to feel out of place in that class. It also sucks knowing that most of my ideas aren't realistic to begin with, at least not here. But well, I'm hoping by the time I graduate, there'd be something for me to do that I can seek solace in.

International Political Economy:
Oh, I like this module. I apologize for always looking so dazed in class, but it's just that FT before that would have totally killed my brain cells. I mean, we're forced to think about our careers in that class. And since I have NONE of such plans, the energy I put into creating an imaginary career just for class is enough to wipe me out for the rest of the day.

Development, Underdevelopment and Poverty:
I really like this module too. In fact, I really enjoyed the 2 Political Science modules I did this semester, it made me even more certain that Political Science is my calling. of course, I would have preferred doing History or Anthropology as a degree, because I would do such things for fun, but at some point I gotta not get so carried away by my interests...

Dare I say it? I'm sad that school is over because I really did not want my 2 Political Science modules to end. It sounds like I'm going insane yea? Well, at least I'm documenting all this down for future reference.

I dunno, it just seemed like I learnt a lot from these modules. Uni is seen as a drag mostly, when it comes to doing things I have to do, like Econs. But the good thing about doing a degree in something you're interested in is that you'd willingly read up on all the notes, and I like it so much that I don't even mind being examined for it. I'm a nutcase, I know.

Is it weird that I'm also looking forward to next semester? Mostly because I got my bid for Spanish, which is something that I've been meaning to do since I was, what, a zygote?

I'll be doing Gender & Family (Sociology), Social Psychology, Ethics and Social Responsibility (bore of a core module) and SPANISH. Fantastic.

Is it weird that I have not watched A SINGLE FOOTBALL MATCH ALL SEASON? And it's already almost mid-season. I like football and all, but it's dying down. I think everyone goes through that, my dear sibling stopped watching at some point too, which explains why I've got a mad number of football collectibles dumped in my room, because my dear sibling did not know what to do with all the things.

Looking at my room, I feel like doing something radical to it. Right now, there is my bed obviously, with a Torres scarf cohabiting with me. I'm really not into soft toys at all, never was, so I don't have any huggable items on my bed. I've only got some Brazilian bear and Scottish bear thing which were given to me, and that's all. Then there's my radio, which I doubt even receives anything remotely human-like anymore? It sounds like I'm communicating with UFOs when I turn it on, so I gave up a long time ago. I should dump it out at some point. I've got a stack of CDs as well, which I should clear at some point, because I don't even listen to half the things I used to listen to anymore. Right now, I'm going through a weird Korean phase, so I listen to that a lot. I still listen to my old Aussie favourites like Motor Ace and all, but not as much. So...will clear that area soon.

I've got a football poster up as well, that of the Spanish team, it was a gift because I spent so much time gawking at it that my friend got it for me. Which is really nice, so I put it up. I never noticed that Iker Casillas was looking so much like a warlord, he looked really peeved in the picture. He has his arms around Antonio Lopez and Ruben Baraja and with his massive gloves on, he looked like he was holding them hostage. They both looked really pale too. Also, Michel Salgado is squatting in a rather awkward manner, I don't even wish to comment further. And Carles Puyol, as usual, looking cool with Steven Tyler hair.

So the main problem is that my poster likes falling down sometimes. Like I'd get up and have Awkward Salgado staring straight at me, because the poster would fall on my head, and it's not a very enjoyable moment at 5 plus in the morning, waking up to see Awkward Salgado and his indecent pose.

At some point, I'd like to clear the newspaper cuttings and pictures I have on my wall at my desk. It's a bit odd whenever I'm feeling wise, reading about Escobar's idea of development in third world nations, and then I look up and I see Fernando Torres scratching his ear. It's a really nice picture, but his fingers are busy scratching away.

There's also a picture of Raul, from a long time ago, back when I used to like Raul. So there I am, reading about colonization in the African nations, and I look up and I see Raul and his slightly open mouth.

There's also a picture of my dog, looking really peaceful before she lunged at the camera after the picture was taken. A picture of Fernando Torres again, this time from a Spanish newspaper article about his contribution to a match against poverty. This is the one inspiring picture that I try to look at whenever I'm doing my readings for my poverty class, because Fernando Torres is looking pleased in the picture wearing a jersey that says "MATCH AGAINST POVERTY".

Then there's this nice Cesc Fabregas art thing that my dear sibling bought from Thailand, so that's sitting coolly beside Fernando Torres. And for some reason, I have a Chinese sticker stuck on my wall...I think it was from the TJ Chinese teacher that Sandy fancied. Then there's a nice drawing from my tutee, an old Juventus poster courtesy of the dear sibling, even though I don't even like Juve. Mini ballet shoes stuck on the wall too, from when I was 6 or 7, a gift from my ballet teacher. And also...a non-working clock. It says 5.26pm. I think it's said that since the year 2006. No wonder I have no concept of time.

Maybe I don't want to clear all this up after all, it's got such nice memories attached to it. There are a ton of other stuff but I'm writing too much. I started out writing this to kill time while waiting for my friend, but I got carried away.

So goodbye!

Abrupt ending as always.

Pearlynnnnnnnnn