time: 11:09pm
music: I did it My Way - Frank Sinatra
mood: Revived!
colours of my life!
Surprisingly, as neurotically psychotic as one can get,
its been a g--urreat day pour moi. No kidding.
School today (sunday??weird. i know??), was not short of awesome. I was in year one all over again, dreaming of white lab coats n' psychoanalysing (spelling HookusPookus on*) someone. Except, now, more than ever, I think I am perhaps swaying more towards research (surprise*surprise* - after all that bitching about SPSS). I amaze even myself. ha ha ha.
Well, well, welll...... as like in all instances of life, I believe it has come at the right moment; the resurrection of our (once thought dead. [no thanks to statistics]) tender passion for psychology today. Puzzled. Yesh-we-so-very-are; of tt very force tt shoved our fragile hands to allocate in first yr PSY1011 (psychology) back in 01'. We scraped thru to second and then ... voila! to... heerrrre -third yr!!! Honestly, I never thought I'd make it through. And if not for blardy Marlies, I would hav been done. Arh well* so so so...annnyyywaaayys, up until about 11am this morning, all rationale as to why we chose this path, were ALMOST lost within marbles in our minds. But today, after investing, digesting n' divesting 3hrs of rogers', maslow's and kelly's theories; not forgetting, the Kelly-Rep test, the NEO PI-R n' the Big-Five OCEAN: made me all mushy n' whishy-washy inside. n' I wished I had the guts to sit myself in dark dark room to confront myself. We need some of tt u reckon? In both Rogers' n' Maslow's writings, the subject matter n' core of their research was the whole person. We are complex, they claimed, and should be looked at as such, not simplified by linear methodologies. Pwetty-pwetty-fool. Doncha thwink!? *sigh* Just oh-so-pweettttyyy..
I found out my robe will be baby blue. (how cute is that?!). and and and!! Unlike Melby Uni, we get to wear "the hat!" and I get to meet the dean! Well, the parents n' myself (of course), hopefully will be able to save up for a trip back to dwnunder for the ceremony in oct. Oh! I cannot wait! I miss the boys! Ling has got to come too!!!!
Nuff' said, I have no regrets being a psych major. so-yay for moi!*
*
Being the oh-so-adorable makcik tt I can be (hehe), I stayed back after class to make an online SPSS date with Leila, n' spent a gd 10 speaking to aisha' about the post grad program at TMC (i wanna!). So, by the time all was said, confirmed, re-confirmed, double re-confirmed, AND all gdbyes done, Dee was already waiting for me at Starbucks. We gossed, sipped coffee, read the paper like besties do, n' waited for Ling (the other bestie), who joined us for abit, so I cld pass her very belated birthday present. As I watched her leave, I (cldnt help being the sentimentalist and,) called upon marble-memories of once upon a time an aussieland ago, when Ling n' I rocked the world in our own schnoodlest ways, high on suga' n' maxbrenners' chockies; Also unbeknownst to us (who were too busy being all-giggles), the havoac we fashioned into the lives of everyone arnd us n' everyone who knew us. Sniffles* T'was just, but 2mths back when we last partay-ed it up. Fun times.
So. today, I found more stuffs I sooo need to buy:
[x] that chanel HOT-pink lipgloss (which according to dee, only i can pull off),
[x] that lime green courdroy pants from mng.
[x] some (i saw too many) of those cute tops from mng/ topshop.
Ok. So.. thankieyou to my almost-due lab report,
I am typically having one of those, i-just-want-to-cuddle-up-in-bed-and-get-served-some-royal-"in-bed"-tea. (as opposed to tolling at my report).
"Gweorge, could you feytch the rohyal gah-den? thigh-nk kew.."
two days more,
another 2 days, another destiny.
this never ending road to calvary ..
come on, let's sigh together. One, two.. three.
Booooo boo! hoo Hoooo!!!
I think I am losing my census. hahahahahaha. get it ? census. senses
[ somehow that seemed funnier in my head. hmmm ]
ok shoot me NOW NOW NOW!!
I think it's quite evident at this pt of time tt I'm forcing these words out.
Goodnight wer! (a.k.a. world).
Yours' truly.. kin.
