Reached the exam venue at 7.45am this morning, doors wouldn't open!? hao-e and i sat in the car for 15 mins before the automatic doors started working. waited another 3 mins for a receptionist to turn up, no one did! was finally brought to the roof-top for the exam and realised there were only 2 people who signed up for the exam -2 SUCKERS! funny, both of us were Chinese females under the age of 30. she's canadian though, and i bet her family was originally from hong kong, last name's tsai. Slogged through 2.5 hours of excruciatingly horrifying statistics - i still hate it despite the years that have passed between the painful lectures my old stats prof Dr. What's-his-name-who-looks-good-but-cannot-teach gave and now. And i've finally realised that Dr. Stephen (that's the name!), was not a bad professor, the problem i had with stats was and still is the subject itself. it's just plain ugly. anyway, managed to complete only 18 of the 25 questions, felt darn bad. came out of the exam room and talked to other chinese female under 30 years. she completed 18 too! didn't feel so bad after that. but still worried i'll waste the $300 registration fee and $300 spent on study manuals. cross eyes, cross fingers and cross toes. pray hard that casact will moderate the results.
3.5 more working days. my mind is on holiday! last evening's kickboxing class totally killed me! i huffed and puffed and threatened to punch my imaginary opponent senseless, but in the end, it was i that suffered, not the air molecules that got knocked around. my body is aching like a 90-year-old who's just completed 100 push-ups. i couldn't sleep last night because of the pain. i had to wake hao-e up to massage my shoulder-blades which were so sore and is still kicking up a ruckus behind me. my gosh! i tis old and feeble.
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