i love the process of having people poke holes all over my arguments, and my gradual modification of the bad bits and eventual solidification of my stand. on the one hand, i've probably never been busier in school; but neither have i been happier working on my stuff than this semester. (end here for dinner first) (18 oct: don't intend to add on to this anymore; got lazy)
(18 oct still: shall perhaps present a contradiction instead) on the other extreme, i also wonder why i sometimes wish for forty-eight hours in a day just so as to have more time to slog away at such stuff that eternity-wise have no value (i.e. currently, a degree) and i don't particularly love all that much anyway. of course, all this comes on the eve of a crazy test, a major presentation and a minor project deadline (in temporal order). i shall attempt the great speedy gonzalez feat of beginning and completing revision all within the next hour (i.e. 0030-0130h), jump straight into bed and hope and pray that i wake up on time in the morning. bye for now!
(18 oct still: shall perhaps present a contradiction instead) on the other extreme, i also wonder why i sometimes wish for forty-eight hours in a day just so as to have more time to slog away at such stuff that eternity-wise have no value (i.e. currently, a degree) and i don't particularly love all that much anyway. of course, all this comes on the eve of a crazy test, a major presentation and a minor project deadline (in temporal order). i shall attempt the great speedy gonzalez feat of beginning and completing revision all within the next hour (i.e. 0030-0130h), jump straight into bed and hope and pray that i wake up on time in the morning. bye for now!
