I just disgustingly consumed half a slice of Oreo cheesecake for dessert. Yuck.
Not the taste of the cake but of the thought of the fatness that is creeping through my thighs, arms and tummy now. No more indulgences for a long time now. At least for the rest of the year.
I know that there was a purpose to this post but I can't seem to recall that now. I might get back later when I remember what I had wanted to say.
Oh, and I finished reading 'Robin Hood' this morning. S'alright. Got bored and tired of reading over how great and pious and wonderful of a man he was, so that was a definite downer. Moving on to Coelho's first book, 'The Pilgrimage', for a bit of soul searching.
Completed '1984' this afternoon after a spate of television lounging and snacking. Wanted to watch 'The Final Cut' this morning but the DVD player is being stupid so I've been relegated to watching it on my notebook later or another day when I'm feeling movie-starved.
What did I think of '1984'? Good. Not spectacular in a fireworks display way (Wow, where did that come from?), but a highly intriguing read which makes you think and ponder. I love thinking books like these even though some people don't see the fascination in them like I do. I don't know which one I liked better; '1984' or 'Animal Farm', but I'm leaning more towards '1984' now after just having read it. I can understand why so many readers now find the book intellectually stimulating but a little too deep for those with short attention spans I think. And I have something to confess. I did skip half of this part in the book where there was a very long excerpt of another book in the book, '1984'. It just got too mind-numbingly boring for me to pursue reading it any longer after the first half of it despite my claiming to the cousin that I could do it. I feel like such a hypocrite now! Aren't we all anyway. It's definitely in my top twenty list of books to read now but not top ten unfortunately. The setback could be due to the sometimes drawn out monologues of the characters where they try to stir some political or satirical feelings out of you. As one who dislikes anything political, personally I didn't enjoy those parts. Political satire fans would like this book very much. Though I think most of these people have already read it way before I did so there's not much point in suggesting this title to them now.
I have now officially three weeks more to complete my first assignment of this semester and I have naught to start it. The feeling of guilt is sinking in fast. Got to get over it quick if I don't want to screw up another semester.
I know I had lots of stuff in my head during the day that I wanted to spew out here for all to read and relish in. Apparently the ideas just decided to decimate itself within my brain before I could fish them out of there. Another day then will I get to impart my semi-stimulating thoughts and ideas upon the world.
It's really been a long time since I last ranted. I've even forgotten the feelings of delightful rush and adrenaline pumping through me when I'm on a roll of venting my frustrations and almost sarcastic ridicules on the world. I miss those feelings. Sounds a bit too sadistic though. Even for me.
I just recalled something though. What would you do if you had all the power in the world and became the leading super power of every country? I really don't know what I would do because I've never been near enough to experience that feeling even at the least. I suppose it would be too overwhelming for me to take it all in and would just leave it all to my one hundred over assistants to think for me about what I would do with that power and immense wealth that comes with it. I'd just pay someone to do all my thinking for me. It's dangerous but I've always wanted to do that for some reason. Not needing to think too deeply about certain matters while I just relax and concern myself with, well, myself. I wouldn't need to buy designer clothes as I'd get all the famed designers to dress and design for my own personal wardrobe. All the great chefs in the world would present me with only the most exquisite of appetizers, entrees, hors d'oeuvre, and desserts. If I'm too lazy to work out with my personal trainers I'd just take the easy way out and get plastic surgery to smoothen over the imperfections.
Sounds materialistic? You can scorn me all you want for thinking that way but don't we all want it all if we could? If only we could. But we can't, so all we really have are illicit dreams and unrealistic wishes. Oh, to be rich. And powerful. And omniscient. Someone will do that one day. It just won't be me because it takes a long time to get that power. And I wouldn't want to be living in a world where there would be someone like that ruling over me. Unless that person is I.
Expletives and foul language ahead. Children and elderly like people are advised not to proceed reading this entry further than this. Don't say I didn't warn you.
First, I'd like to start off with some not-so-mild ranting and off-the-screen screaming matches with my notebook's screen. Went to college today hoping for just another uneventful and unfulfilling day considering what there is to do there other than listen to lecturers who hope that you listen to them at least half the time during the entire two hours. Settled some fee payment stuff. And discovered that I actually failed Marketing Principles. Yes. Failed. I have never failed anything in my life. Not even my driving test. Not nothing. Ever. Till today.
That is just the absolute fucked up result ever. I don't fail. Sorry for being all high and mighty but I just don't fail. I couldn't accept it. Considering I got a High Distinction for Accounting 1 and a Distinction for Microeconomics as tabulated in the final results release, a Fail is unacceptable! Even for Marketing Principles. It's fucking not acceptable at all. So, yes, after I breathed in very deeply for a few minutes and relaxed for a moment to take it all in, I decided to appeal to find out what happened. There has to be a stupid mistake made somewhere in the bloody computer system where some clerk probably got my results mixed up with another student's. I know I probably would not have done that well in my final exam but I think I'd deserve a Credit at the very least. I think as I recall I got a 6/10 for my first MKT assignment and a 32 or 33/40 for the second one. Making that maybe at the least 38/50 which constitutes for 50% of the total weightage of the subject. That means I could not possibly have gotten a meagre 11 out of 50 for my finals now could I? Even the most blur person couldn't have got that! Fuck again. I should get at least 30/50 for my finals which would make the final score a 62/100 at the least which is a Credit to my knowledge.
So, now I've got to apparently write a letter proposing that I deserve a better grade and pay RM100 on top of that. But if the grade changes I'll be refunded the money since it's their fault in the first place that I had to go through all the trouble to get my grade reviewed and changed. Wow, what a perfect way to start a semester, heh?
Fuck. And double hell.
I really hope and pray that the result changes to a Credit at the very least because I do not want to retake the subject again. And I sold off my text book as well anyway to another disenchanted student off to "enjoy" the world of marketing. I officially hate marketing now. I hated it before but now it's official. I think I should make a certificate for myself to officiate that.
That's done. Right. Going to watch Episode 3 tomorrow. Finally. And I am enjoying this semester's lectures a lot more than the previous first one. Mainly because of the lecturers' ability to keep me awake during lessons. They're not as boring as the previous ones and they definitely try to get right to the point during classes as well and not drag it along for some joyride. I think that's all really.
This whole entry was to basically release some anger at a more conducive outlet rather than bash someone's head or take a pill or have a smoke or anything of that sort. Excuse me now while I go pound on my pillows and scream myself hoarse.