Two more weeks of hell.

A PART OF ME can hardly believe that there’s only two more weeks left in the semester. And the other part is smacking the first half’s head while hollering: “You better be glad it’s ending!”

This semester was bad. Uber-bad. I think I can practically kiss my first-class honours good-bye.

Recently I’ve caught myself rationalising over not getting first-class. Would it be so bad? Is it worth killing myself over?

I’m 0.03 CAP points to my goal. But I think if my CAP drops this semester, I can very well stop wishing for first-class. After all, second-upper honours is really good already.

Maybe I’m just not first-class material. I can barely hold it together this semester with just two honours modules.

I really want this semester to end soon.

Yesterday I was at Orchard Road, and the Christmas decorations were going up already. Oh how I long for Christmas. It feels too early for it, but then again, it can never come too early for me.

If anyone up there is looking out for me, please just sustain me through the last two weeks, and steel my heart against the inevitable disappointment.◊

Rabbit Recovery.

I FINALLY HAVE SOMETHING to blog about that doesn’t involve: (1) stress, (2) school, (3) perpetual exhaustion, and/or (4) incompetence.

At 7pm on Tuesday, I was having dinner with Ruth and Ryan when I received a frantic phonecall from Yonghui. She had been jogging along Bukit Timah Nature Reserve when she spotted two white rabbits.

This wasn’t Yonghui’s first sighting of the rabbits — on another run the previous Saturday she had spotted them but it didn’t occur to her until later that rabbits were not supposed to be frolicking in the wild. So on this repeat encounter, she decided to take action.

In an ideal world…

In an ideal world…

• …doing honours modules should not mean doing the exact same thing you’ve been doing for the last three years in a shorter amount of time. (Seriously, so I’m quicker at writing research papers. So what?)
• …honours year is enjoyable because I can finally specialise in my interests, and not be stuck doing a certain compulsory module.
• …I will be able to spend time on my thesis, instead of thinking of it as a burden and feel guilty because I have no time for it.
• …group members will be able to pull their own weight. (Not be deadweights.)
• …I will have the time and energy for my friends whom I love so dearly.
• …there’ll be time to do everything I want to do.

Yes, honours year is sucking so far.