this morning i woke up all raring to go as far as that term can be applied to the revision of chemical engineering thermodynamics because i realised that i have about 3 days to fluid mechanics and I HAVEN'T STARTED ON A BLOODY THING YET FOR THAT MODULE.
however, over the years i have learnt how to deal with such panic attacks that become more and more acute. i merely become lazier over the years so the time i have for revision is drastically shortened to about 1 FUCKING WEEK FOR AN ENTIRE SEMESTER hence no time to even panic. mind you, it's not entirely revision. i am learning things about organic chem and biochem that i never knew before.
then as i prepared a glass of cold honey to tide me through an intense session of thermody i managed to break the frigging glass so now i have small cuts on my fingers from picking up nearly invisible fragments of glass. now if this was me during the o levels, i probably would have gone all, "why are the heavens so cruel to me?!" before i eventually clean up the mess while bitching the whole time of course. the a level me would have probably uttered a few choice curses then feel incredibly sorry for my sad self because how is it that these things happen at the worst time, not that there is a good time for glass breaking to ever occur. the present me was just stunned by the disappearance of my reflexes, i had time to watch the glass make its graceful arc to the floor but i didn't catch it -.-
in short, the smallest things can be a lesson in self discovery. i curse like a hooligan and i am a si gin nah who is closely acquainted with every toe on the Buddha's foot, both feet some more.
our day will come.
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