Sick as a parrot

September 26th, 2004 by lynnylchan under Uncategorized

I’ve not had the best of weeks. It’s not the stress that’s the problem. I’ve had worse. It’s like Destiny spilled ink on his great big book and blotted out everything concerning my personal life. Bollocks of a week.

I have an assignment due tomorrow and my group isn’t doing anything towards getting it printed, bound and on its way to getting graded. This may not be a fair accusation, because we were supposed to have a meeting last week to work out all the details, but somehow it was postponed, and the next thing we know, the lecturer is reminding us that we have 72 hours to hand it up. Much nail-biting commences. It’s a difficult proposition for me especially, because the topic I’m doing is so obscure that no papers have been written on it, and there isn’t any statistical data on it. Being as I am a fresh undergraduate and not an esteemed academic, I can’t jolly well go to the Ministry of Manpower and ask them for statistics on the number of foreign workers in the petroleum industry. In fact, I’m not sure how people go about procuring such data. As such, I have absolutely nothing concrete on the topic. Just a lot of hot air.

My boyfriend and I went to watch ‘Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle’. It’s awfully funny. Awful because it’s got its fair share of gross jokes related to bodily fluids and functions, and funny because I think toilet humour is funny. No, really, it’s a good movie. It’s quite surreal at times. I suppose it’s the closest I’ll come to seeing psychedelic colours while trippin’ on LSD. It was rated M-18, which means you have to be 18 to see it. That’s the second-highest rating in Singapore, the next one is R-21. I soon figured out why it was rated 18. Apart from the expletives spewing everywhere, and the middle fingers and sexual references, there was nudity. I swear, I never thought Singapore would allow such things to be shown in a movie theatre. Or anywhere for that matter. It came as a bit of a shock to see it there. So for all you people out there who think Singaporeans are a straight-laced, unfeeling bunch of androids.. well, they’re not androids in the first place, but if they were, imagine that the government programmed them to be horny! Hoo yeah.

I think I ate something that didn’t agree with me, because I woke up several times in the night with a seizing stomachache. It was awful. I hate getting out of bed to go to the toilet. And it actually happened 3 times, so I had a pretty rough night. In fact, I don’t think it’s settled down yet. Urgh. My stomach’s not just upset, it’s raging mad at me.

I took my chocolate out of J’s fridge, because I felt it wasn’t appropriate for me to keep going to his room and spending long periods of time there. What usually happens is, I go down to get my choc, chat a while with him, and eventually end up watching Monty Python until the wee hours of the morning. This isn’t at all a good time-management plan if you’re hoping to maintain a CGPA of 3.5. I’m one of those people who believe that your grades can improve if only you spent more time on your work. Comprehension of the subject doesn’t really matter, you’ll get it if you spend 3 hours a day staring at your notes, trying to sear the images into your brain. Yes, like wine, grades improve with time. (Although I think my reasoning has totally gone off track, because I’m not operating at full sanity.)

The undergrad life has lost its lustre for me. I just feel like another working drone.