This semester was a constant war raged against myself in almost every way. I was constantly spanning the boundaries (spoken with true PR gusto), pushing against my invisible glass ceiling and combating recurring bouts of self-doubt. Jack had to keep telling me that I was doing fine; that I was stretching myself was too much, spreading out those braincells too thinly over my commitments. I don't know if it's true; you know that "you reap what you sow" has been disproven times over, so I'm just playing up the malicious skeptic within me to ensure I try not to fall too much behind. I remember consulting some of my project mates, questioning them to the extent of irritation about my work attitude and quality. They replied in the same manner as Jack, constantly telling me to chill and have a little more faith in myself.
Oh well.
And this semester I made a whole ton of friends I never knew would change the ill-defined concept of "coursemates" in my dictionary; I never really forged a bond close enough with most of my project mates, despite the fact that we spend entire semesters slogging over projects together. The honours year's boys and girls didn't allow history to repeat, though. They made me feel at ease yet competitive at the same time, and the adrenaline rush derived from working with these outstanding people was strangely addictive. Hopefully the next batch of honours students (technically my juniors) would be equally competitive and competent fighters.
And some space here to those who love me so much more than I can ever imagine. Mum, who's always calling to check that I've eaten when I have to work late in school; Dad, who's always on MSN and ready to spring an IM on me to do an inventory check of the family members; Jack, whose unconditional love comes in the forms of homecooked dinners, hugs, kisses and everything else I could ever ask for. I hope life would allow me enough time to reciprocate the love I've been showered with.
To sidetrack, did I mention how evil Apple Inc. is? After selling gazillions of black iPhone 4s, they decided to release the iPhone in WHITE!
If you're ogling, you're probably normal. It's a limited edition color and Apple said the white darling was released later because it was "harder to make". I wonder how much harder.
Apparently it was enough to get me all hot and bothered, to the extent that I actually called Singtel up to ask them how much I would need to pay should I upgrade my plan (currently at 12 months). The pricetag is $780. -_-'' I could buy 3 Longchamps with that money.
Then RIM decided it should tease me a little too, by announcing the upcoming release of the touch Blackberry Bold. Looks and feels like a Blackberry Bold, except it looks more anorexic and comes with a touch screen. Enough to set off those sirens in my head.
The price of the BB is still unconfirmed, since I haven't gotten any updates from the local retailers. If it costs just a teeny bit less than the iPhone, I'm bagging this black beauty when it's released. White is overrated.
10 days to Tazzie!
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