Monday, January 22, 2007
this is the rant that never ends... cos it goes on and on my friend...
Mom came into the room and told me something, almost like a subtle warning, to not treat the home like a hotel - drift in, drift out, mind my own business, and not giving a care towards the household. My eyes enlarged in exclaimation, like whaaaaaaaaaat?? Where did that come from? I was torn between crying out in exasperation and laughing at the ludicrous notion. But before i had a chance to recover and come up with a comeback, she walked out of the room. Satisfied? Mad? Spiteful? Withered? God knows.
I turned my head towards the door and let my voice float out. "Moooooooooooom! I'm home now, aren't i?"
"Yeah but you're always out, and when you're home, you're always hooked to the computer."
WHAT?!
"Mom, i'm out because i'm at school. I'm home and with the computer because i have school work!" What else was i to say? That is the truth and nothing but the truth, unless she wants me to tell her the part where i sometimes have lunch or dinner outside with my friends. Even then, we eat and left for home soon after that. We know we have morning classes, hell, and therefore we need our gawddamn sleep, so no late nights out or long shopping trips.
Silence. She's defeated but would never admit it. Haiyohh this mother of mine arhh...
On a different note entirely, i think my brain is boycotting against me. I know i aspire to look like Nicole Richie, but i never knew my brain aspires to be just like that of Paris Hilton's. Pink, cotton candy fluffy, and airy... or empty, if you must. I'm not discreditting myself, but this is exactly what i'm facing every single day, how i'm dealing with it. That i'm incapable of thinking rationally and straight like most people and the only method of problem solving involves sitting and spacing out into twilight zone. If they're lucky, i'll get my Eureka moment and then suddenly i'm normal and smart like everyone else. If they're not, then i'll just have to contend with inferiority and having delusions of being blond and buxom and have absolutely no idea that Timbuktu is not an animal.
I'm graduating as a registered nurse in less than four months and i have no recollections of what i've studied and learnt as a student, all three years in the polytechnic! How do i not panic, tell me! Fears aside, i'm opting for the operating theatre, Ward 45 (respi), and Ward 64 (i've never worked here, i just thought it might be fun to try a new place... at least you have no recollection of bad memories, no clue of how bitchy the staff can be) for my pre-registration consolidation placement this coming March - May.
Holey moley! I can't stop sha-sha-shakinggg. It feels like i'm getting circumcised. It's that kind of nerves, y'know. No of course i don't know how it feels, but my brother said it was scary.
I would like to stay longer and tell you more stories, but i have to complete some slides for my group's presentation this Wednesday. I feel so hardworking! But then i remembered, i have TWO sets of slides to complete, a notice board to revamp, a blog layout to design, notes to copy, and a mother to appease. Suddenly i don't feel that ambitious anymore.
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fara // 21:43
this is the rant that never ends... cos it goes on and on my friend...
Mom came into the room and told me something, almost like a subtle warning, to not treat the home like a hotel - drift in, drift out, mind my own business, and not giving a care towards the household. My eyes enlarged in exclaimation, like whaaaaaaaaaat?? Where did that come from? I was torn between crying out in exasperation and laughing at the ludicrous notion. But before i had a chance to recover and come up with a comeback, she walked out of the room. Satisfied? Mad? Spiteful? Withered? God knows.
I turned my head towards the door and let my voice float out. "Moooooooooooom! I'm home now, aren't i?"
"Yeah but you're always out, and when you're home, you're always hooked to the computer."
WHAT?!
"Mom, i'm out because i'm at school. I'm home and with the computer because i have school work!" What else was i to say? That is the truth and nothing but the truth, unless she wants me to tell her the part where i sometimes have lunch or dinner outside with my friends. Even then, we eat and left for home soon after that. We know we have morning classes, hell, and therefore we need our gawddamn sleep, so no late nights out or long shopping trips.
Silence. She's defeated but would never admit it. Haiyohh this mother of mine arhh...
On a different note entirely, i think my brain is boycotting against me. I know i aspire to look like Nicole Richie, but i never knew my brain aspires to be just like that of Paris Hilton's. Pink, cotton candy fluffy, and airy... or empty, if you must. I'm not discreditting myself, but this is exactly what i'm facing every single day, how i'm dealing with it. That i'm incapable of thinking rationally and straight like most people and the only method of problem solving involves sitting and spacing out into twilight zone. If they're lucky, i'll get my Eureka moment and then suddenly i'm normal and smart like everyone else. If they're not, then i'll just have to contend with inferiority and having delusions of being blond and buxom and have absolutely no idea that Timbuktu is not an animal.
I'm graduating as a registered nurse in less than four months and i have no recollections of what i've studied and learnt as a student, all three years in the polytechnic! How do i not panic, tell me! Fears aside, i'm opting for the operating theatre, Ward 45 (respi), and Ward 64 (i've never worked here, i just thought it might be fun to try a new place... at least you have no recollection of bad memories, no clue of how bitchy the staff can be) for my pre-registration consolidation placement this coming March - May.
Holey moley! I can't stop sha-sha-shakinggg. It feels like i'm getting circumcised. It's that kind of nerves, y'know. No of course i don't know how it feels, but my brother said it was scary.
I would like to stay longer and tell you more stories, but i have to complete some slides for my group's presentation this Wednesday. I feel so hardworking! But then i remembered, i have TWO sets of slides to complete, a notice board to revamp, a blog layout to design, notes to copy, and a mother to appease. Suddenly i don't feel that ambitious anymore.
fara // 21:43
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