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Wednesday, January 28, 2004
oh gosh. tomorrow my sup is going to go through with me, the draft introduction i wrote. well, things don't seem to be looking great. i didn't say to him that my intro was a draft but i think after dr. Goh read it, it became a draft. snigs. knowing Dr.G, he will take the thing into pieces. he should anyway. i spent two days trying to cram everything together. in the process, i've made some big claims about what i will do for my thesis - suggesting a change to the voice of singaporean literature. i've also realised when i was writing, that basically i have no idea what should go into an introduction and what should be left out. so i dump everything in lah. all in all it was a 7-8page.
i am grimacing at the thought that there will be 40 odd more pages to go. my brain freezes when i think of formatting my bibliography too, remembering that i spent the whole tues morning just trying to format 8-9 readings.
mamamia!
but i'll get through it somehow by the grace of God.
hmm... i could do something that i've never done before in my life. in the central library toilet on the 6th floor, i manage to see the back of my head and all that shaggy long hair. i just stood there silly and enjoyed the sight. i've never really had long hair in my life. i think once when i was in primary school and the longest then was just at my shoulders. i'm thinking that the only reason why i'm not cutting it, is because i don't really know when to cut it, what i want it to eventually look like. i mean i see lots of fine heads of hair in school but they just look nice on those people; i don't have any idea how i will look like with their style. But most importantly, half the time i won't be able to look what's flapping behind me right??
well, one can certainly be boggled by just a mob of hair. the birds at my house use it to weave their nest. i picked up my two strands of hair on the floor and placed it near them. there's my 2 cents worth..
krunchypeanuts...once u pop u can't stop...daily trivia with a dose of social responsibility...a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down...let's say we try...oh Lord how we try...
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