Just My Luck
My luck nowadays is rather mixed. No, I’m not talking about Lindsay Lohan’s crappiest production to date since I saw her as a little girl in The Parent Trap. The concept of ‘progressive improvement’ apparently did not occur to her.
Anyway, it IS possible to have news from two extreme ends of the spectrum in one day. Just this day last week, I prayed (to whoever who would listen, as usual) that if the wish I wanted came true, I’d gladly forgo the other more superficial option. In that prayer, I chose one over the other. And I promised that if I got the one I chose, I’d be happy even if I did not get the other one.
Now I think my prayer was a bit too general. But nevertheless, my wish technically came true. I just must remember the importance of precise wishes as taught by the many ‘genie and the magic lamps’ stories.
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What with assignments, interviews ladidaladida coming up in the next few weeks, it sure feels like last year all over again. Minus a whole lot of frustration. Talked to Ben Han and Yvonne and it seems everyone’s going through the whole job application and career confusion process.
As long as I am not alone. Things are so much easier to face when you know somebody else is in the same pail of shit. Final semester students, in my opinion, are neither here nor there. The lost souls who meander the world not knowing where to find that which they seek, being neither flesh nor spirit. Ok, I didn’t mean for it to sound so gory. I just meant to say we don’t really belong to Monash, but we don’t really belong to the working world as well.
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Other than that, things are looking up. The rain outside is coming down in torrents, and the apartment looks dim and cosy. I’m having my favourite Fruit Tree drink, Katie Melua is driving me close to crazy and Tom Friedman is about to tell me why he thinks ‘The World Is Flat’. My new box of puzzles is begging to be opened, but that’s a treat I’ll leave for later.
