It’s good to start school on Tuesdays. It delays the agony that the month-long holiday has ended, and it’s time to carry the weight of five modules on your shoulders again. Why is it that we could handle 8 subjects without problems in secondary school again?
Don’t know why, but I thought a lot of things through today. Regarding the previous semester, it wasn’t that I was bad. I just wasn’t good enough. That mindset should keep my fire burning this second semester of my second year in NUS. I endeavour to take home with me something everyday from school, be it concepts, knowledge, information, with exception of Milo; anything that builds me up and allows me to justify why I took the particular module.
Regarding relationships, though it’s a pity the worst feelings and quarrels happened when we are doing the things that supposedly made people happy, I realize that at the end of the day, I still love you. We shouldn’t let old wives’ tales like the “seven-year itch” bother us. If it is going to happen, it can happen within seven days. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. In any case, we’re not broken, why ask for a drastic change?
Maybe seeing the doctor today made me think. Having to return every year for a checkup to see if the eyeball pressure is dropping does not sound enticing. But it could have been worse; I might not even be here typing this right now.
At the clinic E, familiar faces have dwindled to one or two at most, almost three years since the incident. Back when I was first given outpatient treatment and had to return to the hospital for checkups every other day of the week, I was a regular visitor escorted by two medics that made me feel very important indeed. That was how the nurses there knew me by face and they would show some concern every time they saw me. Now, most of them have gone to other appointments and I’m still here.
It makes me wonder, is that the feeling of growing old, when you’re retired and waiting to die, and your children are fast surpassing you everyday when they learn something new in school while you stagnate there in your world of decaying memories?
What I learnt from publication graphics and design – the plan used in PR publications to ensure the message reaches the intended audience and accomplishes the intended purpose is called “management by objectives”.
