exam woes

So my papers are finally over and done with. Though a huge part of me wants to remain in that little rut we call an institution, to play touch whenever I want, hang out and stuff, I know that other part of me, however small, would rather work and be useful. It’ll be good if I finally get this cleared out and out of the way. Yet, as strange as it sounds, I kinda do wanna look up for more courses. Like an advertising degree, or something of that sort. It’s an internal conflict, I swear. I just need to get it all sorted out somehow.

Its like an ending chapter of a book, the last stroke to a painting, the last move to a classical dance. And as metaphoric Gloria tries to be, it sometimes accumulates to nothing more but lessons learnt and broken hearts. I need to do something in my life. Loosely quoting nick when he was trying to explain the grading system of our performance management system (PMS, hah, how apt I know. That to get a C grade is common. It’s an “ok, meeting requirements”. So I asked, whats B? and he goes, oh when you do something that the whole of birdpark recognizes or talks about. I was thinking, how bout sparking off a flame in the loryloft, or eating wings in front of parrot. That’ll be something people would talk about, doing something absolutely drastic, very lizzie mcguire type thing where practically everything goes wrong.

So if B was such a hooey dooey deal, whats an A then? Oh, when the whole of Singapore knows what you did in birdpark. Like..shit man, my flames must burn big! Hahaha. Drats, who would ever get an A? what constitutes an A? when oprah flies down for an interview? Who would ever know.

Speaking of which, its been 2 months since we last spoke about the PMS, and till date, it’s still sitting on my desk, piled under heaps of paperwork…..i hope…at the very least, that its still there. Hur hur hur.

Its been eons since I last had a wild night out. Not just partying, but plain hanging out. Rod has been complaining loads about how nonexistent ive been. I know! I’m itching to do what I used to love. To soak up the soleil, to own a body covered in rash. To have mud-caked clothes. To rumble tumble in the pitch. Boo. Speaking of which, NRC 15s are coming up. I can barely run anymore, what more smash somebody. I could, possibly, with my fat ass. Suffocate the dude, haha. I need more action in my life!

What more, I miss surfing so bad. I miss riding the waves (microscopic waves..aye..microwaves…hahaha of singapore. I still wanna wakeboard. Yay for the upcoming dive trip, but that’s a fraction of what I wanna do. I wanna hang out, down my beers, croon to unexpected’s latest hits..which, I presume should still be the Mcpeewee of survivor or WE DON’T NEED NO EDUCATION.. classics..i adore.. I miss..

At least, I stuck by my postexams hair trim. Now, I just need to rid the bad ear piercing urge. Its really odd. I don’t know how this 16 year old rebellion sets in everytime I finish an exam. I mean, if I really did abide by it, I would have 452834785 holes in my ears. So no, panic not, ive only got 4 in total. More to come someday. A belly piercing when I get my washboard abs. which would, practically speaking, be never. Haha.

And then theres the whole friends factor ive been missing out on. Lets start with the obvious. The closest I should be to, Christine. I never meet her anymore! I want to, but we’re just so lousy at this whole meeting up everyday thing. Unless I crash at her place, which never happens anymore either. Boo.. I miss you..and pup. And when she told me rebel died, I couldn’t even picture which animal it was anymore….. :(

Then there’s my classmates. Who are very very dear to me. People I wanna meet even more than I already do. My beermates, my poker khakis, my feel good friends. Friends who will be there just like they said they will be. And for that, I cannot be more thankful. More blessed. People who will call be 40 times in the morn persistently just to get me out of bed. i need more of them. boo.

my list is endless. my wants will never be fulfilled. and its mainly because ive deemed myself a workholic. i freaking stay in office past 10. and that isnt even unusual for me anymore. and its even weirder how i can entice myself to finish up work by thinking, oh dont worry, taxi's being paid for. still! i need a life! i cant breath birdair forever!

so..heres to a better, more action packed weeks ahead. i know life will be a ton easier after getting the dreaded exams out of the way. then again..i've got a huge exhibit launch lined up after, and tons of activities (work related, sadly) that will follow.....

..boo....work never eeeeeeeeeeeeeeends :(