The Wannabe Economist

Friday - coffee treat day. With 10 minutes left after paying double (to the private bus operator) of what i usually pay for bus fare (on the public SBS bus route), of course i should make use of that 10 minutes i have bought (the other 15 minutes were spent sleeping) and head for a well-deserved coffee treat at the end of the week.

The economies of taking bus. LOL.

SBS is of course doing a great job here. It’s just that the private bus operator does a better job by having a service in the peak hours that goes up on the highway. I would cycle to school of course, but i won’t take the chance of parking the bicycle in the school car park for the entire day and risk getting it being loaded up some car / wheels being removed through the quick release mechanism.

Reminder to self: (1) file for graduation (2) apply for a job (3) scrap the idea of cycling in Alaska or South Coast

I might as well set a deadline. Sunday.

Bright and sunny at Bondi Beach. Dark and gloomy in the SR throughout the 3 back to back lessons…

Fantastic. I love my student life.

I’m glad i’m finally approaching the end of the disappointing semester. I suck at this making life decision game. Big time. Played too much. Slacked too much. Worried too much.

What happened to the zest over the last few semester?

I’m jetting off. To get away from all these and to rest my soul. May i come back a stronger me. Physically.

Wtf…. i didn’t even do much.

Yes Mr Chongky is back again. But with nothing much more to say till after exams.

Screwing my mind over the term paper.

DAMN MYSELF.

I thought i was better after the adrenaline of completing 3500 words chinese essay in just 3 days gave me. Until i took a nap afterwards and woke up, deciding that i need to see the doctor at once.

Going back to the old estate, missing out on childhood chicken rice (probably because the boss has earned enough with the new found popularity these few years to go on holidays for the entire week), missing out on childhood bread.

Good thing at the end of the day, i bought cakes from the childhood bakery. Didn’t taste as good as it promised.

And hell with seeing doctor. If just giving medicine to help the symptomes is considered a consultation session, i can be a doctor myself.

Doctor Chongky: how are you feeling?

Patient PP: cough, flu, running nose, pain, think infected

Doctor Chongky: ok cough syrup for cough, panadol for flu, clarinise for running nose, more panadol for pain and antibotics for infection… NEXT PLEASE

Sick… and still need to do work. I can be down, but pace can never slow down.

I guess nothing beats eating a lot of fruits everyday (yet i still fell ill =((( ), doing work in front of tv with Discovery Travel & Living, and sliming down to 73kg.

Woo hoo. No more fei fei.

Slept too much, played too much. Did too little.

Going to school now.

And alas, Mrs Chongky finally decided that it’s time to download the photographs from her camera.

And this was what i did at the Sports Fiesta last Friday. I wish i was more natural on the bull, but i just felt everything was weird when i’m can’t see things clearly. So here’s me, on the rodeo, seeing blur.

The team played volleyball - both both matches lost by really close margin.

Some good things in life come free. Like 100-plus, ice-kachang and cotton candy.

Now that i am back to the salsa team, at least until the SISF 2007, i find myself hungry - before training, during training and after training. So you can’t really fault me if i crave for buffet after training. Or Carl’s Jr.

And er… i also feel the groove more frequent.

Like while packing artworks with bubble wrap i feel one of those urge to dance.

Current smell:

Happy!