Drained out

I'm so tired: mentally, emotionally, whatever. It doesn't matter anymore. The outcome is the same. Everything has been going well in life with the exception of my exam result but hey, I didn't exactly do the work for it so I suppose I got the grade I deserved. *sigh* Life is never easy that way. You know you should do something but when you don't, the resulting consequences still get you depressed.

For a while, I was so happy, especially after I handed in my auditing assignment and left for London. Now that I'm back it feels like nothing has changed. I'm still stuck in a gray time warp. Everything is gray, nothing matters and you wonder - where did all the colors go?

I went to Tam's last night and stayed over for the first time. Spy: Your bed's really comfy! Thanks! It was cool. We spent ages chatting and I got to know him so much better. Today was a rather disjointed day for me. I spent the entire day doing things that I really shouldn't have done whilst ignoring all the things I really should have finished. Ah well, so much for determination to succeed in the course huh? There goes my 1st... might as well start looking at a 2:2 or even a 3rd. Man, I need to get my act together. It ain't cool.

Handling the fatigue

It's 11 in the evening and I'm feeling sleepy. Unusual, I know but perhaps I'm growing old. The last several weeks have been a trial with so much happening in such a short period of time. Even Foz laughes at me when I tell him I haven't seen him for ages; at which point he proceeds to elaborate by saying he saw me two days ago. All the same, my days blend together into a whirlwind of non-stop events and I tire of the scene. Perhaps it's time to withdraw from the world and reflect.

My coursework is due on Friday and again, I haven't started. Like the management accounting, I'll be pulling an all nighter on Thursday night. My poor parents. The stress I give them is enough to rival their work stress.

I'm drained and home is a month away: I'll be lucky if I get through this week alive. I honestly don't understand how my parents handle their high stress lives. On the brighter side of life, it's been a good year so far. Everything's been more or less going in my favor. "No pain no gain" right so I'm not complaining about my tight schedule. I've made some new friends, renewed old friendships, aced my law assignment, handed in half my coursework for the year... What more can I ask for?

Finally... Relief!

From the management accounting coursework that is... I finished it about an hour ago, printed and electronically submitted as well. I'm impressed with myself. Usually I'm up till 7 in the morning screaming over it. I can't believe it's over. Totally feels so good to get it out of the way. I've been trying to get ird of it for quite a while now. I still don't actually know what i've written. Made most of it up... Oh well. Although, I really do have to thank mom and Gramps for all their hard work. I couldn't have much without Gramps. The poor sweet man had to go through my essay and explain certain points of it to me. What would I ever do without my parents I honestly don't know.

It's Chinese New Year on Wednesday. Tuesday night is the big celebration. I've organized this dinner thing with loads of ppl so hopefully, it'll be loud and merry. The best part is, we even get to play mahjong! I'm well excited now. Anyway, I wish you all the best of health and happiness in the year of the rooster. Take care and stay safe!

Racism

It's weird. Intellectually, I've always known that the UK is a very racist place but I personally have never actually encountered a racist person until tonight. They were a group of teenagers walking down the road I live on. My flatmate and I were walking back from the Spar with a bag full of fat. (Yep. Chocolate, candy, jammie dodgers = Fat) One of the boys just decided to turn around and scream "Chinese bitch" at me. My first thought was: does your vocabulary extend any further?

It's interesting how Cardiff is the capital city of Wales and yet you still get people like this running around: small town folk is what I call them or "chaves" as Foz says. The sad part is that he's still a kid. At least a couple of years younger than me. And people are actually proud to be Welsh... :P

Yesterday Once More

I watched a wonderful cantonese movie tonight called Yesterday Once More. I believe it's possibly one of the best chinese movies I've seen. Despite the fact that it was blatantly written for women, it isn't as much of a 'chick flick' in the American sense as one might first assume it to be. No soppiness or "dumb blondes" (excuse the phrase) involved. It's movies like this that spoil it for all the women. They will never be able to find a man as sweet, charming, sensitive, brave, thoughtful, selfless, etc. as those projected in the movie. If anyone is still holding out for a man like that, here's a piece of advice: Forget it girl. Chances are very very very slim. It is far too much to expect of someone but to be honest, if there is a man out there like that, I'd like one... mail-order please.