And I'm off!

In about 7 hours, I will be off for my 'holiday'. Off with MASCA to Melbourne, the one big event that we've been planning all year for. The event that I've been training for.

But somehow, I don't feel like going. The excitement is not even slightly there. Partly the responsibility as a committee member this time around. Partly because I'm leaving behind friends who I will miss dearly. Even just for a few days.

It was never the same once Chi Yao left for home. Our Fun Five became four. And now for the holidays, when I get back, it'll be down to technically two. Chia Pei doesn't count as she needs to study. Sheng Wei is off in Sydney and will be back one day before semester starts. Chi Yao will be back 1 day before semester starts. So it's just Kar How and I.

The minute I got home, I already was missing all of them and the fun things we did together.

Somehow my holidays won't be the same without all of you.

As a friend said (or the like): "The semester might as well start tomorrow."

*sob*

Or maybe I'm just dreading being trashed in my games.

From restless to overworked.

The week has thrown me off balance. Literally. My muscles ache so much I can't even stabilise myself let alone stand or walk straight.

I went from totally bored and sien and restless days filled with as much exercise as getting up from bed and typing on the computer to jam-packed days filled with work and games and training and errands.

Take tomorrow, I have a double training and work. Netball training in the morning, work right after followed by a short time for bath and rest before my badminton training.

My poor muscles suddenly had to work super extra shifts to make up for their lazy holidays taken without permission.

MASCA NCG is coming up very very soon. This weekend to be exact. So, all these training are a bit bit the last minute la. Hope my procrastination doesn't fail me, never has, don't wish now to start.

Anyway, at this very moment, my mind is only on ONE thing:




Come to momma, you ANALGESIC CREAM!

Swimming in dry water.

Lots of talk about swimming lately huh. I should really do the ACTUAL activity soon, before my membership expires.

Anyway, today I learnt how to play mahjong (aka swimming in dry water in Chinese slang). Just saying the words is already half the fun!

Phung.
Khung.
Tai phung phung.
Tai sam yun.
Sai sam yun.
Kai wu.
Pak pan.
Sek.
Sap sam yiu.
Chi mo.
Yat sok.
Gao tong.
Luk man.

Aiyo!

And then Sheng Wei was so elated about the shuffling of the tiles (the dry water swimming part of the game).

And we had Sifu Kar How who taught us the game and then spent some time walking around teaching us how to play it right.

And then there was Chia Pei who had the if-I-can't-win-I-also-won't-let-you-win attitude.

Oh how fun! Too bad we won't get to play for long. The borrowed mahjong set has to be returned to its owner tomorrow.

Sorry you missed it Chi Yao. You boast bout Malaysia some more la. We have our fun here. Hmph! =P

Just keep swimming...

It's interesting how you can evaluate how a person deals with a part of life by how they deal with some really basic everyday ongoings.

Like today (technically yesterday cause it's 1.28am), I was telling Miss Tan about how I watch my shows. How I HAVE to watch every single second of a show and not miss a moment or a word or a change of scene. And how once I start watching a show, no matter how horrible it is, I make it a point to watch it till the end.

And the first thing she tells me is "Wah then your love life ma very cham loh. You go on and on until long piak loh." [long piak is hokkien for hit the wall]

And I agree. I do very much agree. It was just like I was telling Chia Pei the other day in her room, it's like there's this swimming pool and I just dunk straight into it. Cannonball is the way to go, I say.

She said no, must test the waters first. Ngam, then only slowly go in.

Naaaah, so not me.

I cannonball in. When I start to drink water liao, or drowning liao, then I'll slowly paddle paddle paddle my way to the surface, slowly paddle paddle paddle to the end of the pool, and climb up that railing to dry land.

And the next time I see the glistening of the pool, I head right back in.

Why? Don't ask me. It's just me.

So, following the wise words of Dory from 'Finding Nemo':
Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, swimming, swimming....

How now?

You know, as students, we always look forward to the end of exams, towards holidays. We have great plans for after exams, even before the exams themselves started. Some have lists, some have itineraries.

And somehow, just somehow, these plans slowly seep away.

We end up being:
- restless or
- bored or
- restless and bored.

Sad sad life no? So, how now?

Staying away.

I am currently at Fenner's computer lab. Staying away.

Staying away from my roommate who has an exam on Thursday.
Staying away from home so that I do not rub in that I have finished and she hasn't.
Staying away from friends who have exams tomorrow.
Staying away from another friend who has an exam on Saturday.

Staying away but not too far away.

Hmmm...what CAN I do to make my staying away productive?
I blog.
I'm planning on watching Gilmore Girls right here in the comp lab.
I'm planning on...

Nah...that's it. That's all I've got for now.

Sudden reminiscence.

It's weird but I suddenly remembered the good ol' schooling days and the times at the end of the year when we had all these 'autograph' book thingies where we wrote in each others' books about fond memories and biodata and stuff like that.

And then this popped into my head.

BSURSICUB4
translated to "be as you are as I see you before"

Like, how lame were we back then? It is not even grammatically correct.

I...can't...do...this...

No wonder lah.

I bought this pair of jeans the other day. Nice pretty pair of jeans. No flaws nothing.

And I wondered why the price was as such.

I took it out to wear 2 days ago and found out.

See this is how a normal pair of jeans' pockets are:


And this is how my new jeans' pockets are:





Interesting huh?

Now, what CAN I put in my "back" pocket?

To add to my argument...

To further prove my point that exams are not good, exams induce vomiting.

How so?

My roomie.

She came back from her horrible horrible exam. No, make that examS. She had two today. She came back all pale and telling me how horrible the paper(s) was(were).

She then had her dinner and proceeded to study for her next exam. Then she said she wasn't feeling well and her boyfriend suggested vodka and sleep.

I laughed and proceeded to go out, cause I was meeting my president at his place and then I went to Fenner to 'study'.

Then I was napping after very little studying and I received messages, on both my phones, at the same time. And it was from her boyfriend. Telling me that she was sick again, and the remedy I tried last time didn't work.

I jumped out of bed and rushed home.

She claims she's feeling better.

And I'm now here staying up so that I can check on her once in a while. Don't think I can fall asleep soundly until she's certified better.

SEE, exams are detrimental to our health. The WHO should ban the education departments from allowing examinations, whether it be in schools or higher level institutions.

And no, I'm not saying it just cause I don't like exams.

Exams = no good.

Contrary to popular belief, examinations are not good. Let me help you evaluate my reasons for saying so.

1. Exams are fattening.
You see, during exams, we study and then we lose track of time. And our meal times go wonky. We screw up our meal times and we binge-eat. We snack and we munch. We study till wee hours in the morning, causing the need for supper. And supper just means more food. Plus food before sleep. Worst kind of all.

2. Exams are stressful.
People are stressed about the topics that they have to cover for the exam. Stressed about whether they can finish studying. Stressed about whether they'll do well in their exams. And stress, as all doctors say, is not good.

3. Exams bring out violence in people.
This is courtesy of my roomie. Whilst studying for her Investments exam, she has ripped quite a few a papers and scribbled the papers quite hard until the paper also got lubang and she banged the table quite a few times until I also scared liao.

4. Exams cause nervous breakdowns.
This is courtesy of another friend of mine. At this very moment in time as I'm typing this she's sitting at my table, supposedly studying really hard for her exam tomorrow, but she's actually chatting with my roomie. She never learns.
Hehs, better. Maybe she felt my "study stare". She's working hard now. She's here to bug my roomie bout the exam. Poor dear. She looks so pale. And she's thinking of ten different ways to cheat. Or to get out of the exam. Like I told her so many times, she should use those brain cells to learn some CAPM and some CML and some SML.

5. Exams create hermits.
Many people hermit during exam periods. They lock themselves in their rooms, emerging only for toilets and probably food (if in fully-catered halls). They disconnect themselves from the outside world, living for 3 weeks in solitude and with the sole company of books and lecture notes. Many lose touch with the outside world during this time and never get back on track. I mourn for them.

6. Exams cause acne.
Bet you never heard of this one. Actually it's a cheating way of adding another point. This is actually an extension from point 1 and 2. You see, with a change in sleeping patterns plus binge-eating plus stress, acne crops up. Therefore, with a helping hand, our acne are caused by exams.

I'm sure I can continue on for the entire night, but I'll stop here, before your exams are jeopardised because you're reading how detrimental exams are. How ironic that would be, no?

Bottom line is, I stand by my point. Exams are no good.

Breaking the pattern.

Yay, for the first time in this blog, I'm going to have a June archive. The pattern has been broken. I have been more bored hardworking this year. I update more and have more posts, useless or not they seem to be.

Well, exams are heading this-a-way, and I shall put my MASCA behind me and concentrate on studies.








Ahahahahhahahahs. That sounds ridiculous to me even as I type it.