Hobo nerd.

Datin: Eh. Help me remember. RM1632.
Me: Ok. Sweet 16. Happy 32.
Datin: I wasn't happy at 32. Oh wait. How old am I now?

I guess age matters less as the years blur by. Like how I'm turning 24 next week, but it doesn't seem like a big deal anymore. It was a much bigger deal when I was turning 13, or 15, or 18, or 21, but now it's like "just another birthday".

Had a terribly hectic week because my supervisor called me into the office on Wednesday morning, with some rather severe criticism about my thesis. Flabbergasted, I then had 48 hours to drastically edit it. So two exhausting days flew by - and on the second day, I was so stressed and pressed for time that I didn't have time to shower. I was like a hobo nerd!

At like, 3am this morning, I sent my new draft to my supervisor. He read it in an hour and said there was a massive improvement, and that he could hear my "academic voice loud and clear". Yayyyyy! After I proofread it, it's ready for submission. Thank goodness. It's been a hell of a thesis journey. The completion being very near is worthy of a colorful nail polish party.

The idea was to paint pink hearts and yellow smileys on my toenails. However, I overestimated my artistic abilities and ended up with scrambled eggs and those Chinese pau with pink dots at the center.

Now... for admissions essays and grad school applications!