stood in for a meeting this afternoon. hate meetings. never liked them. always felt that its really meeting for the sake of meeting. somehow the 'up there' always seems to call the shots and decisions. isnt a meeting suppose to be for ppl to give their points and opinion? whats the point of it if ppl just dun wanna speak or when they speak they just get bang back straight in the face. how ironic. or maybe this is how the world goes about. tot i will be lowest ranked there luckily saw marx and erwin. felt more comfortable. cant believe it. talk crap also can go on for hours. was there for like 180 minutes. 180 torturing minutes. luckily he came and i could go. and believe it it went on for another 60 minutes. just what were they talking about. got absoulutely no idea even after 180 minutes. its like 2 football matches went by and got no idea what they were yakking about. beating about the bushes they call it. no reply from ntu yet. no news is good news they say. dad's been pestering me again. sigh. when i was young all we wanted to was to play and have fun. studies was probably one of the last thing on my mind. now? ha. dying to study. how funny. the older you get the more you will know how to think. the more you think the more you worry. the more you worry the more stress you get. wouldnt it be good to stay young... stay humble. stay true. to yourself. to God. desmond scribbled at 8:57 PM. | |
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