Bubbling Under the Surface

Tension - that's what I'm under! Trying not to exaggerate this, but the stress is truly frightful. Just got home from clerking a stroke case (or rather, yet ANOTHER stroke case) for my presentation tomorrow. Least of my worries. I've cleanly forgotten that we're supposed to hand up Writeup 3 to Dr. Hsu tomorrow - it's still in the works!! OMG. And that freak, Stan, has finished all 4 writeups. He's a freak, a freak, a freak .. freak .. freak ..... (fade-off)

Racing against time. Just sent out a mass email (about 800 addresses? haha) to this year's freshmen about our new course on Fridays, let's see how response goes. Going to spend but 10mins on my blog, then it's time to type out today's stroke case. Seriously think I shall use this case instead of my previous one for my Writeup 2. I.e. all my effort down the drain. Need to finish Writeup 3 too. And later at night it's back to NUS - going to help pin up publicity posters for friday's course in school.

Oh gosh. And there's short case tutorial tomorrow by Dr. Hsu, *groan*.

Guess what? I really think everything's just bubbling under the surface ... there's more to come, I can feel it in my bones. One fine day the dam's going to burst, everything will just go out of control, I'll go spinning into a dark abyss and reach yet another low point. This cannot happen. I'm not a control freak, but control I must. Why else do they say your life's in your own hands? No, no ... I am NOT going to allow myself to go grovelling on the ground, catching up with time and a whole backload of undone matters. I will let time suffer and try to catch up with me. It's wrong to sit by and watch the dam break; and stupid to try to patch it up when the walls start cracking. No, no ... it's only correct to reinforce the walls when I foresee them breaking. Now that's the right attitude.

Got the worms for the birds, they refused to touch it, since Maria really pumped them to their max with food! Thinking of buying some human baby formula tomorrow to mix in the cereal. At least it's more nutritional.

This blog's full of sh*t. A true reflection of who I really am.