gobbledigook.
[ a morbid fascination that borders on obsession. ]
Thursday, December 11, 2008
in retro specs.
The end is nigh, and the finishing line is within sight. Well not quite but with 4 months to go, i'm relishing striking off every day that passes by on the calendar, reminding me that it is soon time to finally leave that forsaken place. I'm rubbing my hands in glee. You can almost see me smirking a mile away.I might have said this like 4 times, so wouldn't kill to make it 5. I think i'm in a quandary. I may have rode on the wheels of folly and apathy while my mind rotted, body decayed and time laid to waste. I've perfected the art of procrastination, skiving and slacking. At the same time devoting my energy to winning eleven and sleeping in every possible manner and positions imaginable. I'm in such a state of inactivity that the inertia is immense. Its like waking from a deep slumber, eager to take a first step. But a step in any direction leads to nowhere without the map and compass. What i need is that map and compass.
My immediate priority is to get my priorities straight. But haven't the slightest idea what my next move is. Whether i would pack my ass off to school and hit the books again, train to be the first Malay PM or run away to Alaska and be a greenpeace activist. Barring the latter two, studying is the obvious choice and things would be much simpler if i were admitted into a local university. Nevertheless i'm keeping my options open to private institutions, foreign universities, polytechnics et al. Not only that, i still need to take into account the tuition fees, living expenses(food, accomodation, transport where applicable) but most importantly: the course/subject major. Choosing a bride is much more easier.
Once again i open this invitation. Feel free to shout out, write a 5,000 word essay or arrange a business lunch to express your two cents worth of opinions or disgusts of my academic dilemma. Any form of response is much appreciated and every word goes a long way in helping me out, i can vouch your for that.
A point to note, this entry is one month in the making, a clear example of my points above. I will try, for the umpteenth time to blog more frequent if my mind is not jumbled and muddled up with all this mambo jumbo. I don't want to grow up :(
Labels: back to school adiboo, food for thought, serious black
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