Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Just two more days to take-off, and to my utter dismay I find myself rushing around trying to tie up loose ends, or to untangle stubbornly knotty problems. I feel as though I've been given just enough rope to hang myself with. In serious, desperate need of some
slack.
A*Star will only offer the scholarship on the condition that I submit to psychological guidance sometime in the next week. Yes, well. But (and that's a big 'but') next week I'll be off to the land beyond the South China Sea having fun (hopefully), beyond the reach of scholarship boards (fingers crossed) - with their compulsory pre-departure briefings and OBS camps that I, for reasons already stated, cannot attend.
That's not the only complication, of course. Think I shall prescribe for myself some caffeine to survive the next two days. Survival is very easy, really.
(And this, precisely, is the sort of statement that gets me into messes like this.)
words were spilled on Tuesday, May 17, 2005
