Weaknesses

I'm laziness personified. It's official.

I am not doing my assignment which I should be doing at the moment. I'm a chronic procrastinator. And I ranked myself among the highest, for it is there I rightfully belonged. The procrastinator's prayer availed me naught. Cruel truth.

My command of the English language (as in Oxford English) has gone down the proverbial drain. I used to be able to pull witty neologisms from my butt crack but now I struggle to find a different way to describe anything. I can no longer string a proper sentence containing coherent and well-mediated thoughts together without losing its mojo under the burden of time constraints and the fear of someone finding out I’m whining like a petulant child instead of being a good little cogwheel playing my part in the national economy.

So my weaknesses has been revealed. What am I going to do about it?

Obvious answer. Continue my assignment, pay attention in class, answer all the discussion board questions, revision and ........*arrgh* I can't continue. My head hurts. In short, just do what I got to do to pass my assignments and exams. The fear of repeating the oh-so-cursed form of memory evaluation@ exams is indeed a much better motivator than fear of failure!!!!

Thus, I shall look forward now, with bright hope and the wind in my hair, to even tougher weeks ahead and even longer hours and even more responsibility that will push this weak slacker psyche to it's very limited limits.

Actually I'm blogging from Level 4 in college now, awaiting the club briefing to start at 10:30am. Just as I was about to click "publish post", Mr Adviser entered and I found out that I had "forgotten" to print out the application form for the Club project. Another proof that I have short memory; a true blue analogy of Dory!! Was I supposed to print it out in the first place??? I do not know and I seriously cannot recall any instructions to print it out though the club's head honchos said there was. All I remember was Mr Adviser saying that he will photocopy it. I do not recall him asking me to print out the form. So it's official that I'm in deep shit. Nevertheless, I just put on my Grammy award act and asked innocently whether I was supposed to print it out in the first place. Of course, I apologised for not listening to instructions with a bit of humour lurking in the depths. Thank God, I got out of the shit. Well, sort off, I guess as there was nothing anyone could do since the briefing was going to start in 15 minutes time. Whatever it is, Mr Adviser wasn't outrightly pleased or amused with my irresponsibility. I don't blame him either. I have failed to fulfill my responsibility. It's my fault. *sorry Sir* I am a klutz. It's official.

Anyway, I went for dinner last night and overheard this phrase from the man sitting at the next table, "An answer that is not understood by the receiving end is not an answer at all."

Hmm, imagine telling the teacher that!!!!

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Okay, I gotta go now. The meeting has started. Maybe I'll just pretend to faint to spare myself the embarrassment of making a fool out of myself later or any further wrath of the head honchos. Haha.

Update: 5pm- I was attacked by Bobby, my parent's and my sister's new dog. I absolve myself of the responsibility of owning him. How did it happen? Bobby came back from the vet after being neutered this afternoon. Yup, he's going to remain a virgin for the rest of his entire life. He's never going to be able to enjoy the joys of fatherhood and this is the end of Bobby's generation of the crossbreed between a Spitz and our local breed. Apologies to Bobby's ancestors. In my humble opinion, Bobby does not fit the conventional mould of what it takes to be a cute dog. And this isn't your average friendly dog; he barks, and has sharp teeth. Sometimes he gets temperamental, especially towards me. Sometimes his most basic instincts take over and anything goes at that point. I've been "bitten" by him twice actually but the teeth never sank into my skin. Only teeth marks which disappeared after one hour.

I know Bobby was (and still is) in pain so I was stroking him, calming him down. He put his snout on my lap and gave me that sad look. When I went away, he made a whining sound as if he didn't want me to go. Oooh, he's so sweet (only today I mean. He's never that kind towards me). Five minutes later, mum went to see him and came back telling me that Bobby didn't look fine. So I went out to see Bobby. He was in pain. I squat down and patted him again to soothe him when suddenly, WAAM. Bobby pounced on me and scratched me. I panicked and quickly ran off, cleaned my wound and rushed to see Dr Chen for a jab. Ok, it's nothing serious cos he didn't bite me. It's just three cuts. No stitches needed or what. Thank God. So if you see a nice plaster on my right cheek, thank Bobby for that. It doesn't help that I'm going for class tonight and Dr's instructions is to cover the wound for a week. Oh well, maybe Bobby wanted to give me a love bite but he couldn't bite me so he resorted to that to leave a mark on my cheeks so that I will always remember Bobby's love for me... So that's it. I heart you too, Bobby.

Time to get ready for class. See you.