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Friday, March 01, 2002
7 days to GC finals. 168 hours or 100,080 minutes.
Tempus fugit (time flies). I remember, one distant day in the past, I sms-ed Yanshan, saying that the finals were only 60 days away, and that we should be concerned about preparations.
Now there's only a week left. Where did the last 53 days go?
*****
I've been telling people, "Look on the bright side, in a week all this will be over!" Now I realise that some of these people probably won't last the week.
People like Marcus, who gets chased/scolded/hounded by Dr Chang, Huayi and me. Who's also got other clients with major projects and looming datelines. Not to mention untouched readings and uncompleted assignments.
People like Huayi-mama, who's nearing the end of her rope. We all know she can get a little, shall we say 'overly-anxious' and can be a big worry-wart. But lately, there's something different in her voice. Like she's frustrated and utterly despondent. She's the one I turn to when I need comfort, but now she needs some TLC herself.
People like Angeline, who's trying to be a super-woman. She's balancing dance rehearsal/performance, hall activities, USP modules and GC publicity work. Not to forget that she's only a week left to familiarise herself with the duties of an emcee.
May you all get your peace of mind soon.
*****
By the way, if you're wondering about me, I'm ok. I'm coping well, under the circumstances and I think things are under control. So far, so good, as the saying goes. Right now, I'm only freaked over my chipped nail, my yet un-decided choice of finals outfit and the fact that not enough men are pandering to my whims.
See, my sense of humour remains intact, so rest assured that all is well.
Of course, for dramatic effect, I'm sure I'll throw a few hysterical fits and other attention-seeking ploys.
I would, naturally, appreciate it if you would pampered me by offering technical (laptops), logistical (chauffeur services) and/or nutritional (food) support. heh
But seriously, just knowing that you are thinking of me, keeps me going. That, and the thought that once all this is over, I'll get to see you again, in a social context. Joy!
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