12.15pm: wakes up and is hit by the pungent stench of reality, afterwhich pops into the shower and then watches martha stewart (just gotta love the woman!) 1pm: has lunch reluctantly and feels decidedly full afterwards even though doesnt have unusually more (wonders if stomach may be shrinking) 1-2: watches sesame street and franny's feet 2(now): sits at the computer and considers course options fearfully and fickle mindedly as perspiration trickles down sides of face to accumulate in salty puddles on floor what if i make a mistake? what i cant cope with the courseload? what if i cant make friends? what if it turns out to be nothing like i expected? THEN what do i do? but i cant very well wait till 11:59:59 on 31 march to decide. its all so scary, the thought of going to uni (if i can get in), the thought of having to forge new relationships with new faces all over again. familiarity is a comfortable feeling. it isnt that i dont like making new friends, because hell, i do, but its just..you know, worrying. and what if my miniscule brain cant handle the work???
im not really keen on science, but im sorta interested in food sci and tech. i want to be a nutritionist, or a dietician. but its so sciency and im not a science freak myself. business sounds interesting, but we've all heard stories about how the people there can be like. correct me if im wrong, and my apologies should i have offended anyone. you know what i really want to do? mass comm, thats what. ive always longed to be a newsreader. haha. but dammit NUS doesnt have that and i dont want to go to NTU. just didnt have the FEW-LING. oh bloody hell they're both so far anyway.
