Sandman

Yesterday I dreamt that lil' old me had gotten myself some powers of deception; they were so impressive that they managed to fool the greatest Dark Wizard of modern times for oh, about 10 seconds.

Yes, Lord Voldemort was in my subconscious. What was even weirder was that he was battling Peter and Nathan Petrelli, you know the two brothers from Heroes.

Well of course the good guys won but I don't know how cos I was out of it. I honestly would've thought the Muggles didn't stand a chance, even Muggles who can fly and have a compilation of amazing "abilities".

Wizards vs Muggles: The Showdown
http://www.mugglenet.com/editorials/editorials/edit-taure02.shtml

Stress = mindless surfing

For all you Garfield (or non-Garfield rather) fans out there:

http://garfieldminusgarfield.net/

It's 7.06am on a Sunday morning and I haven't slept a wink.

My worries about our accommodation have me clicking on the website every 5 mins, anxiously waiting for an answer to my suggestion. The worst part is that I think the person I was liaising with has gone off from work and now I think I have to endure another 18hrs for him/her to read my message and reply. Even they even work on Sundays, if not add another day for me to fret about this.

No actually, the worst part is that my exam's in 3 days, I have this one semester to pull up my CAP to a respectable figure and here I am, worrying myself to death on where we're going to stay. This issue is eating away at me, so much so that none of the content on antenatal care is entering my small brain. I think the caffeine has something to do with my jitters as well.

I feel really bad for making Arisya, who's so scared for her exams which start on Monday, share my burden. I wish I could do everything myself, I really do. You have no idea how bad I feel about all this and I'm so very sorry, but thanks for listening :)

I'm so obsessed over this issue that earlier I turned off my slow-to-reboot laptop only to turn it on again after 15mins of trying to get to sleep but obviously not succeeding. Just look at what I'm doing now!

Oh please if there's a God, PLEASE accept my suggestion so I don't have to think about it any more.

The World is Just Awesome

One of my favourite channel promotions:

there might be blood

You think you can patronise me just because I'm young? I can take crap from my patients because I serve them but I sure don't have to take any from you, you stupid bitch. Just because I'm 21 doesn't mean I don't understand what you're saying. I know I don't have a lot of experience dealing with travel issues, but you don't have to keep saying "You don't understand me."

To comment that I'm rude and sarcastic was just adding fuel to my already raging fire. Granted I was less than happy about our situation because we were shelling out hard-earned money for something that wasn't our fault AT ALL but I didn't threaten to complain neither did I hurl abuse, I never used expletives or raised my voice and I didn't even ask to see your manager! If you didn't see sharp words and annoyed tones coming, then what did you expect? Sugary sweet customers who were ever so understanding about the situation? Please. This is hundreds of dollars we're talking about here, woman. And you even had the cheek to reply "Thank you" after I said I could say the same for you. Couldn't you see that you were being rude and sarcastic to a customer? On hindsight, I wish I hadn't responded the way I did, I wish I could've said "I'm sorry you think so but I don't mean to be." Why did I have to stoop down to your level?

Again this shows that you think you're superior to people younger than you. Would you have dared to say that to my mother? I doubt it.

In the end the issue was so simply resolved when a higher-up told you to change the date for us, which was what we were asking for all along! I don't see why you couldn't have double-checked when you could tell we were getting really pissed-off.

I detest it when people in the service industry think youths/young adults can be walked all over.

I'm going to get a big fat C for my Clinical Decisions Making module.

Or so I thought.

Now, I think a D will be more appropriate. Could anything else have gone wrong in today's simulation exam? It is of course mostly my fault, as I didn't prepare well enough for the test, thinking wrongly that I had very little to study because it was mostly practical work. But I have no love for the module coordinator either for the way things were carried out.

70% of my grade screwed up. I don't feel so terrified about my other 30% but I think it's an illusion, designed to trick me into feeling a little better so I don't completely fall to pieces.

"Some things must be seen to be believed..."
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Sean Bai's message to the raggers and non-raggers alike:

To the fortunate who ventured thus far,

It is too cliché to simply attribute the possibility of you chancing upon this webpage and our meeting here to fate. Instead, since you have come such a long way amidst your busy piles of deadlines, windows of entertainment and calls for commitment, why not take a little tour in our little portal?

What is RAG, you may ask? It has always been the greatest frustration of any ragger to put down into words, the motivation and driving force that sets our heart into cast as we step forth into this journey of self discovery.

Some describe RAG as an arduous yet meaningless waste of materials, time and energy, possibly a gargantuan façade meant to please the elites at the top, a show for the important people but definitely an economically unsound and socially irrational project. I DO NOT disagree. Not at all.
However, I beseech you to take a minute to listen to what I have to offer in retrospect.

How many of us have never done anything out of impulse? Where we have placed our hearts right in the driving seat, rather than our mind? How many times when we have done something driven by passion, by adrenaline, oblivious to the laughs and disapproval of those around us? How do we put a value to all that?

If we had led our lives based on economically maximizing values, life would probably have lost its purpose and meaning. If we had made friends according to their economical potential towards us, that would have been a transaction, not friendship. If we had bled and sweat for a project for the sake of the financial returns, that would be working, not experiencing. If we had dedicated time thinking about our future considering only our individual economical viability, that would be existing, not living. We pen the way we live - we live our lives our way.

Often, it has been these ‘silly’ choices which we made, that we truly treasure upon hindsight. The times when we were silly, the times when we committed our life to a mysterious future, the times when we truly believed in living for what we loved.

Now, you have that choice again. It is always easier to run away but we will never grow stronger when we don’t face the tribulations. It is always easier to be on the side of the laughing crowd. But let everyone laugh at us for being lost in our passion. We will laugh back at them for losing their passion. Years down the road, what will you hold dear? You decide.

RAG is not a 3-month long project. It is a lifelong commitment. Your heart stays and grows with it. Do not let the world petrify your heart. Faith is a weird thing. We commit our lives into the hands of the pilot who steers our plane, yet we do not have the faith to do something groundbreaking, the courage to leave a legacy. Stand up and make yourselves heard. We will narrate our own chronicles, compose our own melodies and indite our own ending. Our story will not be bovine. It will be an epic. Be part of our bestseller.
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As always, his words are truly inspirational.

"...some things have to be believed to be seen."