Life in the best places
I just came back from a run from the reservoir. I ran a 3km, walked for 1km and then did another 2km jog back to starting point. Damn wussy man. When I was younger, fitter and running twice a week, 7km straight was like *poop*. I didn't even need to pant man. I was the champ of the world. I ran like the wind. When i was younger, of course. Now I am smack in the middle of the twenties and I feel lao pok. Sup with me. Plus, the whole writing thesis thing is a very unhealthy affair. I put on like 3kg during the last month of thesis writing alone. Amazing. I am trying to lose all of that before I start work 'cos once I do, there is no turning back. I will just keep getting fatter and fatter till I explode with the fats flying around the office. *bish*
Anyway, on the subject of the thesis, I handed it up 3 weeks ago. Then in the two weeks that followed I had to scramble to get 3 essays, 1 project and a presentation done. All of them, including the thesis, were done badly. The grades reflected it. I will not do well this semester. I am quite unhappy about this; not because of the grades but because I let myself down. I *hardly* ever do anything slipshod, except when ironing, washing, tidying up, picking up litter, packing my table...... so this irritates me. I am blessed with the fact that I have little to worry about my final honours class and I know people will probably think I am being a pain when I speak of such things; fact is, it doesn't matter. I always put in my best, usually, when it comes to my professional life. That I didn't this semester, is quite painful to me.
I will get my hons degree and FO. I got my posting already so I am happy about that. Ask me if you wanna know; its quite sensitive. I *will* not reminicse about the past 4 years. It was good and bad. I had fun and unhappy times. If you ask me, which you did not but I will give my opinion anyway because its my blog space, I think the best times are always ahead of me, never behind me.
Cheers ya'll.
Anyway, on the subject of the thesis, I handed it up 3 weeks ago. Then in the two weeks that followed I had to scramble to get 3 essays, 1 project and a presentation done. All of them, including the thesis, were done badly. The grades reflected it. I will not do well this semester. I am quite unhappy about this; not because of the grades but because I let myself down. I *hardly* ever do anything slipshod, except when ironing, washing, tidying up, picking up litter, packing my table...... so this irritates me. I am blessed with the fact that I have little to worry about my final honours class and I know people will probably think I am being a pain when I speak of such things; fact is, it doesn't matter. I always put in my best, usually, when it comes to my professional life. That I didn't this semester, is quite painful to me.
I will get my hons degree and FO. I got my posting already so I am happy about that. Ask me if you wanna know; its quite sensitive. I *will* not reminicse about the past 4 years. It was good and bad. I had fun and unhappy times. If you ask me, which you did not but I will give my opinion anyway because its my blog space, I think the best times are always ahead of me, never behind me.
Cheers ya'll.