Working my a** off this project can be a real tough. It’s boring and I can’t find a way to motivate myself. I’ve decide to put the keychain permanently on my desk beside my laptop. I can’t stand this tedious task. I will never be a researcher when I grad. I shall proceed to be some kind of psychiatrist/ neurologist/ gerentologist. I suppose neurology is more useful than psychiatry and gerentology (study of aging people)… I can’t imagine myself working in a nursing home and inspect elderly’s behaviour and activity: “Mrs McClowsky, how are you feeling today? Is your foot okay? You look better than last week.”
I can’t believe Amanda C. is in the same situation as I am. We must be like twins; it’d be great to have twin sister. *sigh* talking to her made me think of lots of questions. What if it doesn’t work? What if he call it quits because he’s just too nervous and worried that he’ll pull out just to prove himself right?
Can someone think themselves to death? Like their mind so overloaded with things that they die? Probably that person will become insane. One shouldn’t close themselves and think alone because our mind have a tendency to twist things.
Amanda C.: Jonathan TAM???
Me: Yeh… you know him?
Amanda C.: KNOW HIM??? He’s so Pok Guy
Me: ……..k
Reason to why he’s so ‘pok guy’: He got an A* for his TOK in IB (theory of knowledge).
I see. Are all Amanda’s this competitive when it comes to grades and academic points?…
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Went to CityU this morning only to find out my supervisor left on holiday this week. Then I remembered, someone tried to call me last Saturday but I ignored it because I wasn’t in mood to pick up damn phone. That someone left two messages, so I decided to check this morning at 9.47AM.
“You have 2 messages. First message……..Amanda, this is Evian. I’m on a one-week break, please complete all tasks assigned to you by Monday and send the documents to my school’s email. Thank You…..”
Right, I’ll keep in mind that I need to listen to my voicemails that’s the least I can do if I don’t feel like picking up my cell. So I went home feeling glad that I didn’t run into anyone I know on the way. I always thought such events as turning up to work when there’s holiday only happen in movies, but I don’t recall any characters from movie doing that… Perhaps I should share some of my real-life accounts to screenwrites, then they can reproduce my life on the big screen. I’m sure it’ll be entertaining. Like Caleb said the other day, “You’re so funny and clueless. It’s like you aren’t really sure what you’re doing but you try to plan it out anyway. Hahahahaha…” I try to make things work as planned, and I did I tried to show up to work on time. Only I forgot to check my voicemails, so it’s not entirely my fault is it?
Note to self: Dad’s taking family out for dinner on Tuesday night. Dinner will be in Mainland with Dad’s business clients’ families. Tuesday’s date will mostly be during the day. =)
Talk about hilarious incidents, there was this time where I tried to climb up a tree to get sth for my friend.; this happened in Canada when I was wee. My friend, Stephanie got her kite stuck on a pine tree and she didn’t want to tear it apart as her mother bought it for her not long ago. The kite wasn’t stuck up high anyway, it’s just that Steph was scared she might fall and break her neck, and I was just too reckless to be fearful of that. I climbed up without much difficulty, retrieved the kite, shouted, “I got it!!!” Threw the kite down at her and saw her catch it happily. Here’s the tough part, how do I get down? It was then I realized I don’t like looking down from high places… “Steph, I’m stuck”
It took me awhile to get down myself. Steph was going to get help but I didn’t want my mom to know I was in another trouble, ’cause I broke an antique horse thing that morning while playing soccer in the house. The only thing I’m scared of was my mom’s cooking spoon – big 1” thick wooden spoon she use to stir cookie batter. It took 8 years for my mom to figure out that I was immune to spanking, copying 100 lines of ‘I will listen to my mom’ written in Chinese and English, kneeling in front of a wall and holding ears, the thin flexible stick, the feather duster, copying the bible/Buddhist principles/ storybooks (i end up sitting there reading instead of copying), or sitting on ‘invisible chairs’ (don’t know better way to express it). Yes, I had put everything to a test including my mom’s patience. My mom used to chase me around the house to punish me for whatever ruckus I caused. Hmmm….
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This morning mom nagged me to finish my glass of milk before leaving the house. She claims milk can help my skin get whiter. What’s with this craze over milky white skin anyway? I just don’t get it. In high school, everyone had tanned skin. Those girls who get freckles instead of a tan under the sun envy those unfreckled beings. Anyway, I told her I hate milk and I don’t drink it by itself: it has to go with Oreo or cereal or chocolate chip cookies.
“That’s silly. You will finish your milk before you go out.” Mom ordered.
“That’s silly. I need Oreo.”
“Drink it before your dad comes out for work with a bad mood.” she said dangerously.
“Okay…” I complied. Parle doesn’t go well with an authoritarian.
My Dad has always been a source of inspiration for my mom when it comes to forcing me to do things I dislike.
“Why do you dislike milk? You used to like it…”
“That was when I was a baby and couldn’t eat anything else. If you gave me chocolate milk, I wouldn’t have drink a drop of plain nasty milk.”
“If I fed you with chocolate milk, you’d have darker skin.”
Right…that makes sense alright. So if I drink soy sauce I’d have dark skin, and if I drank milk then I’d have white soft skin; if people drink carrot juice their skin tends to get orangy and yellow. Does that mean if I drank cucumber juice I’d have greenish complexion? You know, green toners are used to cover up any reddness on face when applying make-up. Random……
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I should stop planning things. It gets annoying. I’ll be spontaneous once in awhile. Hmmmm…like right now I feel like drawing~~~ ^_^
