Something's big coming
Call it bad omen, negative intuition but it's an unavoidable fact that I'm worried. Feel it in my gut, something bad is cautiously unfolding.
AFA test 1 was a killer. It's the most feared module of all accounting students across the globe. I panicked for awhile because I forgotten how to deal with the Non-controlling interest during disposal. Perhaps due to lack of practice but I've spent 3 days and nights on this. 1 day of revision and still, it turns out like that. Sigh.
The next ga-braar thing was I miscounted my time. Got panicky for nothing because I short-changed myself 30 minutes. Learned my lesson from previous' poor time management. While others are scribbling or "vomiting" out their memory work, I apportioned the amount of time for each question based on the marks awarded. I even skipped when I am stuck.
Jocelyn text me telling she might failed. So I comforted saying "no use worrying what's done, just concentrate on what's to come". Amusingly, it's better said than do. Oh well, "no use crying over spilled milk".
Recently, I got stood up by a friend. Blame it on my sensitivity, my gut (again) tells me something's not right. Although I didn't approach her immediately because it'd only make things worse by pressing someone for an account of what happened. Turns out, my attempt to cheer didn't work. Maybe I'm lousy at talking people out. Maybe our friendship is no longer as important? I hate to administrate the latter, even for suspicion sake. However, the series of recent events seemed to point to the otherwise.
*Palms open* I seriously don't know what to do. Can't imagine I'm confining myself to such thoughts. Sounds silly yet inevitably true. You know what, just do what a guy normally do, "don't think". I mean I did all that's required of a friend and sometimes even more than an average friend. I'm really tired.
This is when find myself changing course and embarking on other stuff which are more constructive. The prime question is "Is this that I'm doing constructive?" An idea seeded from a friend, Baxter. Well, let's see, maybe I should take up driving (at last), take up wine appreciation seminars, reshuffle my stuff, clean my house, complete all the books in my library or go traveling alone.
And talk is nothing, actions are required. Jason's never about talk. It's my compulsion.
Something big's coming and Jason... never the same again.
