EOP( End of post.)
Okay, its official now, I cannot write unless I am feeling terribly sleepy!
I have my last practical tomm and I am dying for tomm to arrive cozthen I shall be able to spend as much time as I wish to with the lovely -shovely billi (CAT)
This brings me to a comment I received for the previous post. The fellow blogger seemed quite exasperated with my obsession with CAT and kindly asked me to get a life .
*clears her throat*
Well I guess I should cut paste the comment here if I wish to speak about it but I am wayy too lazy to do that.
CAT is very important for me . I know it is just an exam and in 'real ' life I 'pretend' to be real chill about it. It only here and when I am with my closest friends that I am open about how strongly I feel for this exam.
You know, I know very well I might not make it through , but I'll deal with it when it happens , but I need to work my bestest while I can.
If that means sitting with a Business mag while the rest of the class is in splits making fun of a proff , thats okay.
I cannot think of a sensible explanation for this . I do not give importance to money, I hate the concept of a 9 to 5 job , I hate everything a good B school religiously guarantees.
Yet , invariably , I find myself thinking about CAT.
I might be in the bus but my mind would be furiously calculating 15%of 9845 or something of that sort.
The simple reason why I think and hence write about CAT so much is coz , in simple words, I really wanna make it through.
I dont know if it will happen or not. In all possibility I will be sitting right here five and a half months from now telling you guys that I messed up CAT real bad and there is no chance of anything good happening.
But then there is another, albeit very very teeeny possibility of somethying good coming out of it.
I want to give that tiny possibility its fair chance .
Apart from that, as unbelievable as it may sound , I am actually enjoying the preparation .
uffff....there I go again, I had no intention of riting about CAT!!!!
Anyways I have to sleep now, my mum says I am the proud owner of terribly huge dark circles these days .
A glass of milk which Mum kept on my table about 2 hours ago remains untouched.
I have to somehow push it down my throat(ewwwkkk, chee cheee..i hate milk....),clean the mess my room is in, change the bed sheet, wash my feet, brush and then ....
aaahhhh..the land of dreams beckons