Now this is really to the point of madness.
Spent the better part of the entire day trying to go through the entire Vitamin Village exercise. Emphasis on trying and go through and entire. Because really, Vitamin Village is incredibly in depth and it gives out so much info, and instead of PrntScrning everything like my lecturer suggested (I'm not patient enough to press the button, open up Paint, paste it in, save it, repeat process thousands of times) I just copied everything they put onto foolscap, so I can always look it over instead of turning on the laptop whenever I want to study.
Which is a pain, since I never get any work done when the laptop's open (which can also attribute to the fact that it took me from 12 in the afternoon to literally, 6 pm in the evening just to finish the entire Vitamin Village). I procrastinate, and staring at the laptop for 6 hours straight is annoying. It makes you tilt your neck up, unlike reading where you're tilting downwards which is much better on your posture.
Am planning on finishing my coursework (why do I always type it courseowkr?) tonight, come what may, and just get it over with. So now I'm studying my notes, and lo and behold, some of the info (meaning half) from the notes came from Vit Village.
And it took me three hours of going through VitVill to discover that EVERYTHING was on Vit A. That's all. And I just realised, at the end of my Vitamins Notes, there's a slide regarding the online coursework, they said, "MCQ will cover general introduction lecture plus vitamins A, C, D, E and K from the Vitamin Village." What talking you? Only got A lah....mana ada CDEK?
Besides, after studying for Whole Organism Biology that day, my head is still filled with Digestion and Endocrine system. Thank God for Dr Lim's incredibly detailed but so taxing to read notes! Incredibly detailed = more info resulting in = taxing to read. But it was good, it was in depth and everything, and we had a great laugh on Wed when Dennis mentioned he didn't read endocrine system and tembaked the entire thing.
Dennis: OMG everything was on hormones and I didn't read. So I tembak only.
Me: Why didn't read? Endocrine got essay coming out on it for finals. Must read.
Alex: Yeah why no read? Endocrine very important you know.
Dennis: OMG die!
Anyway, I've just finished Vitamins and Minerals coursework and am officially work-free for the hols! Which means I have loads of free time to do whatever I want.
And the coursework was a bit unfair, their marking scheme. Just because I answered A in the B column (even though both answers were applicable) I got the entire thing 0/10. Unfairness aside, it was rather OK, and thank, thank God I went through Vitamin Village, because really, half the questions that came out in VitVill came out for the coursework and I could do them ALLLLLL!!!!!
The funniest part was, they gave us 2 hours to finish it, and at first I figured, Damn, two hours. Do I have enough time for 60 questions? Turns out I had so much time, when I couldn't find a reference in my notes (or when I was too lazy to find) I googled it, went through a few sites, checked Facebook regularly, even went and commented regarding certain techniques to answer the questions. One of Avinesh's pals was laughingly saying that if I could go onto FB whilst doing the coursework, it should be OK for me then!
Only bit I had problem with was when I clicked Save Answer and Next question, the entire thing hang kei-ed and I was freaking out because when I refreshed the page, they said Question 1 cannot be revisited and can't be saved etc etc. So I thank God again that after every question I clicked the Save button. I know people who Save it all one shot at the end but believe me, being safe is definitely better than being sorry!!!
Anyway, it's all in the past. It's been done with, I am free.
IT IS FINISHED!!!
I sound like MJ. Lol.
.....I don't know what to do tomorrow. I've been studying for WOB and Nutrition this entire week, now that it's gone and done with, I feel so lost. Like I don't have a purpose in life anymore...
Maybe I should start studying tomorrow.
Damn, I really have no life.
Thursday, 15 December 2011
Monday, 5 December 2011
Broken Pieces, Shattered Glass
Who are you today?
Are you a friend, a foe
Or somewhere in between
Who will you be tomorrow?
Does your mood dictate how you act to me
I may be a festering wound
I may be selfish as can be
But you are the killing frost
That destroys everything around you
There was an instigator
We both know that it wasn't me
You think I hurt you
But I'm hurting more
Broken pieces, shattered glass
Broken peace is shattering fast
Can't go back to what was past
Past as prologue, we can never....
Should I care for you
For old time's sake
Or should I just leave you
To walk away
We are drifting so apart
You seem to think that I was at fault
When I'm not
You brought it up
You made it worse than it was before
Why couldn't you just let it be
What happened to our chemistry
Your moodswings exhaust me
And I can't keep up
Tell me once and for all
Am I still one?
Your type is the type I can't stomach
You treat people based on what they can give
When you thought you had a chance
Man, did you go all out
When you were passed for something else
You turn into an ugly beast
Breaking all the promises you made
I'm disappointed
I may be at fault
But you screw my head on tight
Until I blame myself
When the guilt's not mine
Are you alright?
You answer with a question
You don't look fine
You tell me to let it be
But the festering wound deepens
And the stench of infection is here
The chasm between us deepens
And all I want to hear
Is
Peace
Are you a friend, a foe
Or somewhere in between
Who will you be tomorrow?
Does your mood dictate how you act to me
I may be a festering wound
I may be selfish as can be
But you are the killing frost
That destroys everything around you
There was an instigator
We both know that it wasn't me
You think I hurt you
But I'm hurting more
Broken pieces, shattered glass
Broken peace is shattering fast
Can't go back to what was past
Past as prologue, we can never....
Should I care for you
For old time's sake
Or should I just leave you
To walk away
We are drifting so apart
You seem to think that I was at fault
When I'm not
You brought it up
You made it worse than it was before
Why couldn't you just let it be
What happened to our chemistry
Your moodswings exhaust me
And I can't keep up
Tell me once and for all
Am I still one?
Your type is the type I can't stomach
You treat people based on what they can give
When you thought you had a chance
Man, did you go all out
When you were passed for something else
You turn into an ugly beast
Breaking all the promises you made
I'm disappointed
I may be at fault
But you screw my head on tight
Until I blame myself
When the guilt's not mine
Are you alright?
You answer with a question
You don't look fine
You tell me to let it be
But the festering wound deepens
And the stench of infection is here
The chasm between us deepens
And all I want to hear
Is
Peace
Wednesday, 23 November 2011
Webct Nottinghasm
Hello world. My Nutrition Energetics coursework was done just two hours ago so I'm free to do my Techniques (and the Biochem, and the Genetics, not to mention the studying...) In short, I'm one quarter through my quartet of coursework that has to be done.
Haha, I was planning to go to webct and into Google I typed: webct nottinghasm. Somehow the 'hasm' ending made it rather hilarious.
Anyway, going for CF later, before coming back to do Techniques and maybe some Genetics.
Seriously, I don't understand Genetics. Lecture One of Mendelian, I went, 'AH, I know this.' Lecture Two: Hmm, this sounds interesting. Lecture Four: What is she talking about? Lecture Five: Her explanation makes it even more confusing. Lecture Six: I give up. Notify me when you understand the topic.
The funnest (sorry, the most fun) thing that happened this week was yesterday, right after class. Av, Ash and I were planning to go to the TCR on the third floor of the library to do our Energetics online coursework. Momal decided to come along with us since Dinie was absent. Went all the way up to realise that the entire class was booked, so Ash suggested going to the top floor of the TCR building.
Made our way there, found to our joy the emptiness of the entire place so we all sat down with each other. Pulled out the trusty calculator, pencil, rough paper and notes, and typed in our passwords et al to enter into webct. I managed to load my desktop, but couldn't enter webct since they kept giving me the wrong password notice. Frustrated, I turned to Ash. "Dude, they won't let me go into webct!"
"You think that's bad?" Av piped up. "My computer's not letting me load my desktop." See, in the Nott computers, they have that Switch User window, in which every student must key in their ID and password and the computer will load that student's desktop. But Av couldn't get past that either.
So both of us swapped computers, to no avail. We moved from one console to another, almost a total of four times. Momal and Dennis had to leave so it was just the three of us now.
Finally Av and Ash got theirs on, while I was still having trouble with webct. After a bit, I finally figured out what I did wrong (clicking directly on the Log In link instead of going through webct's main site and clicking on the Log In link there) so I managed to get in.
So you have three students, all opening webct to the same page, and we did a bit of last minute revision before I finally said. "Shall we do it now? One, two, three." We clicked the Start button, Av half a second after me, so his timer (we had only 1 hour) was half a second slower than mine.
The first 10 questions were MCQs, and then they had five structural questions. Managed all right on the MCQ with one very careless mistake, and the structural stumped us for a bit since it involved quite a bit of calculation. So there we were, going through the questions, and our conversations went somewhat like this.
"Question 2. Gross Energy." Flip, flip, flip. "Hey, which page of the notes? Which slide?"
"This one, before Metabolisable Energy."
"Ok. Ah, I got the answer. It's the second one."
"OK. Confirm?"
"Confirm. Click 'save answer'?"
"Yep."
Silence for a minute.
"Guys, I don't know question 5 so I'm going to Question 6 ok?"
"Yep. Hey what's the answer for question 4?"
"Uh.....third one I think."
You get the idea.
The structural part was rather funny cause we had only half an hour left and we were just doing the first question. So it was,
"Hey, they're asking for components, not factors--"
"Guys, we've got 30 minutes left."
"Oh, really? Ok then, must hurry up."
The later questions included lots of calculations and our entire piece of rough paper was thoroughly scribbled on. On one hand, Av and I were debating with Ash the different methods of calculating what they wanted (because we had no idea, NO IDEA, how to get what they wanted - it wasn't in our notes - so we estimated) and thank God we managed to convince Ash because our answer for that question turned out to be correct.
Then we were all stuck at this very long and very complicated question, and I told Av how I got my answer, and our answers were a decimal place off (since I rounded up and he didn't) but we both scored on that so we assume there's a range of answers. The clock kept on ticking.
On the last question, we did calculations but were unsure if it was the right one or not. So Ash and Av were discussing and I checked the timer.
"But they wanted yyyyy and we did xxxxx so need to add this--"
"Guys, there are 2 minutes left."
"OK OK, so are we gonna put this then?"
"We should right, cause I don't see any other way we can do it--"
"One minutes 30 seconds left."
"Yikes. So, do we all agree on this answer?" Rattles off a series of numbers.
"Yup. So we put lah?"
"40 seconds left."
"OK. Finish? OK."
Clicked the Finish button at 30 seconds to spare, Ash almost died when his computer hang-ed, but luckily it managed to save the rest of his answers in time so it was ok. Got a rather decent score for that one.
And when we left the TCR with sighs of relief, we all got a migraine.
Haha, I was planning to go to webct and into Google I typed: webct nottinghasm. Somehow the 'hasm' ending made it rather hilarious.
Anyway, going for CF later, before coming back to do Techniques and maybe some Genetics.
Seriously, I don't understand Genetics. Lecture One of Mendelian, I went, 'AH, I know this.' Lecture Two: Hmm, this sounds interesting. Lecture Four: What is she talking about? Lecture Five: Her explanation makes it even more confusing. Lecture Six: I give up. Notify me when you understand the topic.
The funnest (sorry, the most fun) thing that happened this week was yesterday, right after class. Av, Ash and I were planning to go to the TCR on the third floor of the library to do our Energetics online coursework. Momal decided to come along with us since Dinie was absent. Went all the way up to realise that the entire class was booked, so Ash suggested going to the top floor of the TCR building.
Made our way there, found to our joy the emptiness of the entire place so we all sat down with each other. Pulled out the trusty calculator, pencil, rough paper and notes, and typed in our passwords et al to enter into webct. I managed to load my desktop, but couldn't enter webct since they kept giving me the wrong password notice. Frustrated, I turned to Ash. "Dude, they won't let me go into webct!"
"You think that's bad?" Av piped up. "My computer's not letting me load my desktop." See, in the Nott computers, they have that Switch User window, in which every student must key in their ID and password and the computer will load that student's desktop. But Av couldn't get past that either.
So both of us swapped computers, to no avail. We moved from one console to another, almost a total of four times. Momal and Dennis had to leave so it was just the three of us now.
Finally Av and Ash got theirs on, while I was still having trouble with webct. After a bit, I finally figured out what I did wrong (clicking directly on the Log In link instead of going through webct's main site and clicking on the Log In link there) so I managed to get in.
So you have three students, all opening webct to the same page, and we did a bit of last minute revision before I finally said. "Shall we do it now? One, two, three." We clicked the Start button, Av half a second after me, so his timer (we had only 1 hour) was half a second slower than mine.
The first 10 questions were MCQs, and then they had five structural questions. Managed all right on the MCQ with one very careless mistake, and the structural stumped us for a bit since it involved quite a bit of calculation. So there we were, going through the questions, and our conversations went somewhat like this.
"Question 2. Gross Energy." Flip, flip, flip. "Hey, which page of the notes? Which slide?"
"This one, before Metabolisable Energy."
"Ok. Ah, I got the answer. It's the second one."
"OK. Confirm?"
"Confirm. Click 'save answer'?"
"Yep."
Silence for a minute.
"Guys, I don't know question 5 so I'm going to Question 6 ok?"
"Yep. Hey what's the answer for question 4?"
"Uh.....third one I think."
You get the idea.
The structural part was rather funny cause we had only half an hour left and we were just doing the first question. So it was,
"Hey, they're asking for components, not factors--"
"Guys, we've got 30 minutes left."
"Oh, really? Ok then, must hurry up."
The later questions included lots of calculations and our entire piece of rough paper was thoroughly scribbled on. On one hand, Av and I were debating with Ash the different methods of calculating what they wanted (because we had no idea, NO IDEA, how to get what they wanted - it wasn't in our notes - so we estimated) and thank God we managed to convince Ash because our answer for that question turned out to be correct.
Then we were all stuck at this very long and very complicated question, and I told Av how I got my answer, and our answers were a decimal place off (since I rounded up and he didn't) but we both scored on that so we assume there's a range of answers. The clock kept on ticking.
On the last question, we did calculations but were unsure if it was the right one or not. So Ash and Av were discussing and I checked the timer.
"But they wanted yyyyy and we did xxxxx so need to add this--"
"Guys, there are 2 minutes left."
"OK OK, so are we gonna put this then?"
"We should right, cause I don't see any other way we can do it--"
"One minutes 30 seconds left."
"Yikes. So, do we all agree on this answer?" Rattles off a series of numbers.
"Yup. So we put lah?"
"40 seconds left."
"OK. Finish? OK."
Clicked the Finish button at 30 seconds to spare, Ash almost died when his computer hang-ed, but luckily it managed to save the rest of his answers in time so it was ok. Got a rather decent score for that one.
And when we left the TCR with sighs of relief, we all got a migraine.
Wednesday, 2 November 2011
Scrambled Eggs
Finally, the lab report for Techniques is done!
One down, one more to go!
Next Monday is a public holiday, so this means I'll be going back to Semenyih probably only on Tuesday morning as I have afternoon classes then. Plant Science coursework being a usual pain in the neck, but I've gotten used to the bite marks and am getting my head in the game by finishing it by today, at the very least. Asyraf says he's going to hand in both his lab report and PS coursework this Friday so I'm quite determined to do the same as well.
I've begun a habit of setting my personal deadlines for every coursework/lab report I'm given, eg if the deadline is 8 Nov, I'm setting my deadline exactly one week earlier. It helps to keep me in check, and besides having extra free time not spent on coursework, it means that I can get them out of the way for something else, and I don't have to scramble around last minute like a bunch of beatened eggs.
Scramble. Eggs. Scrambled eggs. Geddit?
At least I managed to finish my lab report today i.e. on the deadline I set personally since we're supposed to hand it up next Wednesday.
AHA!
I've finally finished my Plant Science coursework! Of course, I'll still need to do a little bit housekeeping here and there, but the general idea and everything is done! I'll probably go through it once more, get everything down to pat, print it out tomorrow and hand it in on Friday.
One down, one more to go!
Next Monday is a public holiday, so this means I'll be going back to Semenyih probably only on Tuesday morning as I have afternoon classes then. Plant Science coursework being a usual pain in the neck, but I've gotten used to the bite marks and am getting my head in the game by finishing it by today, at the very least. Asyraf says he's going to hand in both his lab report and PS coursework this Friday so I'm quite determined to do the same as well.
I've begun a habit of setting my personal deadlines for every coursework/lab report I'm given, eg if the deadline is 8 Nov, I'm setting my deadline exactly one week earlier. It helps to keep me in check, and besides having extra free time not spent on coursework, it means that I can get them out of the way for something else, and I don't have to scramble around last minute like a bunch of beatened eggs.
Scramble. Eggs. Scrambled eggs. Geddit?
At least I managed to finish my lab report today i.e. on the deadline I set personally since we're supposed to hand it up next Wednesday.
AHA!
I've finally finished my Plant Science coursework! Of course, I'll still need to do a little bit housekeeping here and there, but the general idea and everything is done! I'll probably go through it once more, get everything down to pat, print it out tomorrow and hand it in on Friday.
Saturday, 15 October 2011
Off With Their Heads!!!
It's the end of the third week at Nottingham, and I'm at a loss for what to write for my Plant Science coursework. It's 25% of our marks, and we're supposed to write short notes on Self-Incompatibility in Plants, but I honestly don't know how I'm going to start it. Laziness is the story of my life right now.
Just checked Facebook, and I have a silly smile on my face when I read my college pals' comments and realise they're having trouble with Biochemistry as well (despite us being in different universities and courses etc). So am I, but I'm rather determined to study and understand it, if only because Shiho Miyano is a fantastic biochemist and my reason for wanting to study what I study anyway.
Unfortunately, Biochemistry is only available in Nott UK, so I settled for Biotech instead. Really, if you remove the fact that Shiho is a biochemist, I actually don't think there's much that Biotech really appeals to me. I'm not regretting the choice I made, I just sometimes wonder why I took this course when I'm more into Chemistry than Biology. I even wonder sometimes if I should have taken pharmacy instead due to the amount of Chemistry involved. Then I remember that pharmacists have to work for the government for X amount of years so that's out of the question as well.
Oh wait. In Conflict of Interest, Morgana Lafferty is a microbiologist and Nikki Alexander is a pathologist. Probably why I'm doing biotech then.
I'm trying to multitask right now (which is a bit of a no-brainer, really, cause it's proven that we can't really focus on what we're doing when we multitask) but it's a habit that comes easily to me. Constantly I find I have to restrain myself from doing something halfway and move on to something else.
My Biochem notes are out, as well as the Biochem reference book, but I'm trying to search for journals on SIiP at the same time so it's a tad bit annoying because I want to do so many things, I don't have time to do it all, and I end up multitasking despite my reservations.
Nottingham is quite an alright university. Huge spaces so you have to walk a fair bit, but hey, exercise is good for the body. What I don't like about the arrangement, about university is that when I come home, the first thing I do is go online. It's like I have to do it, and I don't study at all, which shames me when I see my pals in class with their notes and I feel so behind.
The roads to Nott are fairly wide and easy on the traffic, though, so it's rather fun to drive fast and not having to bother about cars knocking you down. But it's boring there though, even the library isn't as fun as that in HELP. Sure, there are more reference books and all, but they get so tedious sometimes. I don't know, there's just a feeling of lethargy around that university. It's like a little Sleepy Hollows on its own.
Nevertheless, I intend to study harder and actually work on understanding stuff.
Just checked Facebook, and I have a silly smile on my face when I read my college pals' comments and realise they're having trouble with Biochemistry as well (despite us being in different universities and courses etc). So am I, but I'm rather determined to study and understand it, if only because Shiho Miyano is a fantastic biochemist and my reason for wanting to study what I study anyway.
Unfortunately, Biochemistry is only available in Nott UK, so I settled for Biotech instead. Really, if you remove the fact that Shiho is a biochemist, I actually don't think there's much that Biotech really appeals to me. I'm not regretting the choice I made, I just sometimes wonder why I took this course when I'm more into Chemistry than Biology. I even wonder sometimes if I should have taken pharmacy instead due to the amount of Chemistry involved. Then I remember that pharmacists have to work for the government for X amount of years so that's out of the question as well.
Oh wait. In Conflict of Interest, Morgana Lafferty is a microbiologist and Nikki Alexander is a pathologist. Probably why I'm doing biotech then.
I'm trying to multitask right now (which is a bit of a no-brainer, really, cause it's proven that we can't really focus on what we're doing when we multitask) but it's a habit that comes easily to me. Constantly I find I have to restrain myself from doing something halfway and move on to something else.
My Biochem notes are out, as well as the Biochem reference book, but I'm trying to search for journals on SIiP at the same time so it's a tad bit annoying because I want to do so many things, I don't have time to do it all, and I end up multitasking despite my reservations.
Nottingham is quite an alright university. Huge spaces so you have to walk a fair bit, but hey, exercise is good for the body. What I don't like about the arrangement, about university is that when I come home, the first thing I do is go online. It's like I have to do it, and I don't study at all, which shames me when I see my pals in class with their notes and I feel so behind.
The roads to Nott are fairly wide and easy on the traffic, though, so it's rather fun to drive fast and not having to bother about cars knocking you down. But it's boring there though, even the library isn't as fun as that in HELP. Sure, there are more reference books and all, but they get so tedious sometimes. I don't know, there's just a feeling of lethargy around that university. It's like a little Sleepy Hollows on its own.
Nevertheless, I intend to study harder and actually work on understanding stuff.
Tuesday, 27 September 2011
What To Study
Currently a bit busy, what with moving in and all, so I won't be having time to post a long one today, but I'll be sure to update over the weekend, maybe sooner (i.e. Wednesday or Friday) since lectures end fairly early then.
Tuesday, 20 September 2011
Where Ice Breaking Is Done With Words and Smiles, Not An Ice Pick
So, dear Jeya, your Edinburgh clock is on my blog. Hope you are well and do not hesitate to correct me if I got the timing of the clock wrong, yes?
I am panicking my arse off now because I was planning to register at Nott on Thursday and move some stuff in afterwards, but now I just found out they have an induction programme on Thursday itself which is just something like "Welcome to Nott, this is ...." that sort of thing, I guess. And I got even more panicked when I found out that registration for my faculty is (yippee) tomorrow. Yeah, so that kind of throws a big monkey wrench into my plans since I'm planning to meet up with Liang (Abby's pal) to get the keys to the house and I don't know how long induction is going to take. Still no idea when they are moving in though.
It's rather annoying since I thought I'd made progress by packing my entire suitcase already. And I've been on the phone the entire day, talking to Nottingham repsresentatives to ask:
How long is the induction programme? Is it necessary? How long will registration take? Can I collect my unconditional offer letter then?
I don't even know what else to ask anymore. My fingertips are flying across the keyboard in a blur, and I'm having to listen to, "Your call is next in line and will be answered by the next available representative. Thank you for your patience."
I'm not patient. I'm rather impulsive. Anyone can testify to that. I'm so jumpy right now my entire self is humming.
What's so irritating is that the phone is glued to my ear for minutes, since I'm being put on hold, and after a while, I get cut off. This happens rather frequently.
So I turn to my wildcards: Liang, Abby and Li Sha. Abby hasn't replied, Li Sha is offline, so I called Liang, and thank God, an angel sent from heaven.
He said he didn't even bother turning up for induction so screw it! And then I'm going to pick the keys up from him and we can move in.
Oh, before i forget, Freshers Week. They're having loads of activities, such as Ice Breaking (free), The Hunt (RM 10), then there is a choice of either clubbing till 3.30 am (fifty plus I think) at MOS or bowling at some centre in Kajang (less than clubbing), then we have Caberet (RM 5 as well), where we can watch performances etc, and finally BBQ/JJ's, JJ's is a bar, btw.
But for the free stuff you can only enter if you get a name tag, sold for RM 3.
Sounds fun, though instead of taking the package deals, I thought I'd go for ice breaking, the hunt, and maybe caberet? I've never been to one of those. But clubbing though, I'm not sure. Lou encourages me to go, simply because, and I quote:
"Well one thing, I think you should go. Not because it's going to be any fun, but because you get to see what people talk about and what they're like when they get drunk. It can be very interesting, but have a trusted buddy with you."
Thank you for the advice, I will consider going.
I am panicking my arse off now because I was planning to register at Nott on Thursday and move some stuff in afterwards, but now I just found out they have an induction programme on Thursday itself which is just something like "Welcome to Nott, this is ...." that sort of thing, I guess. And I got even more panicked when I found out that registration for my faculty is (yippee) tomorrow. Yeah, so that kind of throws a big monkey wrench into my plans since I'm planning to meet up with Liang (Abby's pal) to get the keys to the house and I don't know how long induction is going to take. Still no idea when they are moving in though.
It's rather annoying since I thought I'd made progress by packing my entire suitcase already. And I've been on the phone the entire day, talking to Nottingham repsresentatives to ask:
How long is the induction programme? Is it necessary? How long will registration take? Can I collect my unconditional offer letter then?
I don't even know what else to ask anymore. My fingertips are flying across the keyboard in a blur, and I'm having to listen to, "Your call is next in line and will be answered by the next available representative. Thank you for your patience."
I'm not patient. I'm rather impulsive. Anyone can testify to that. I'm so jumpy right now my entire self is humming.
What's so irritating is that the phone is glued to my ear for minutes, since I'm being put on hold, and after a while, I get cut off. This happens rather frequently.
So I turn to my wildcards: Liang, Abby and Li Sha. Abby hasn't replied, Li Sha is offline, so I called Liang, and thank God, an angel sent from heaven.
He said he didn't even bother turning up for induction so screw it! And then I'm going to pick the keys up from him and we can move in.
Oh, before i forget, Freshers Week. They're having loads of activities, such as Ice Breaking (free), The Hunt (RM 10), then there is a choice of either clubbing till 3.30 am (fifty plus I think) at MOS or bowling at some centre in Kajang (less than clubbing), then we have Caberet (RM 5 as well), where we can watch performances etc, and finally BBQ/JJ's, JJ's is a bar, btw.
But for the free stuff you can only enter if you get a name tag, sold for RM 3.
Sounds fun, though instead of taking the package deals, I thought I'd go for ice breaking, the hunt, and maybe caberet? I've never been to one of those. But clubbing though, I'm not sure. Lou encourages me to go, simply because, and I quote:
"Well one thing, I think you should go. Not because it's going to be any fun, but because you get to see what people talk about and what they're like when they get drunk. It can be very interesting, but have a trusted buddy with you."
Thank you for the advice, I will consider going.
Tuesday, 13 September 2011
An Advertiser's Wet Dream
That would be my sister.
She is, I quote, a sucker for packaging, unquote. She said so herself, so I consider it perfectly fine to say it out loud. Anything wrapped in a fancy way, anything that catches her eye, she'll go for it, even though it ends up pretty rotten in the end (think buying food because it is packaged elegantly but contains not-so-tasty food).
Me, on the other hand, am an advertiser's worst nightmare.
Seriously, I don't pay attention to adverts on the newspapers or magazines. Only this morning my sister was telling me about a particular scholarship to apply and I promptly asked her, "Really? Got show ke?" and she replied, rather irritably, yes.
Which led me thinking about all these.
When it comes to newspapers I scan the headlines, and if there is something interesting based on the statement I'll read it, but if it doesn't catch my eye I skip. And I skip the adverts entirely. Partly because there is nothing I want to read about or buy that they're showing, and mainly because there's just so much more to read, so by skipping over the irrelevant details I gain more time for other things.
And yes people, I don't go online and play games or whatnot. I actually read fanfiction online. My favourites are the ones where it's incredibly long (Just finished a Severus/Hermione one called Semantics that was 100 chapters) and detailed, it's like reading an entire book. Of course, the one shots are nice as well, but like Jenny Shepard from NCIS said in a fanfiction, "It's not about the ending, it's about how the characters get there." I like to read how the characters evolve, and sometimes when I write I can't help but feel a little helpless that I'll never be able to evolve them that way, simply because I'm such a schmuck at writing emotions. I love reading about them, but I don't know how to put it into words, how to bring it to life.
Anyway, I'll be leaving for Notthingham Malaysian Campus in a couple of weeks and I'm still at a loss at what to bring there. Shall I do the one-suitcase policy, where I bring everything in (you got it!) one suitcase and generally live out of that, or do I move in, move in? I don't want to bring lots of stuff, but since I'll be living in the house five days a week it feels a bit.....cold without some personal possessions. And I've not met half of my housemates yet so it's going to be odd. I wonder how we can stand our respective quirks and habits.
I don't know which jacket to bring.
And even if I want to do a bit of early studying, I honestly can't because I don't exactly know what books I'll be needing (makes me kinda guilty when my sis studies intently during her off-days -- she's only got lectures three times a week!) and all the books on their recommended reading list are available at Nott's library/bookshop. I feel so bummed out and lazy hence the multiple reading sessions.
According to the gadget on my desktop, it is mostly cloudy in KL and the temperature is 31 degrees Celsius. Which is hot, isn't it? I mean, normal room temperatures here is at 25 degrees C. So a rise of 6 degrees in the temperature means it's rather warm, yes?
If that's the case, why on earth are my hands cold?
I mean, really cold.
It's like that time in HELP. We were having a Core Maths 4 mock (which I failed miserably - don't ask) and I wore my jacket and Shangeeth asked if I were really that cold, and persuaded me to take my jacket off. Shrugging, I did so, and endured the entire two hour period without my jacket.
A big mistake.
I was chattering the entire time, my limbs were freezing, and I couldn't care less about the exam when I was half frozen. And I do believe that time, the temperature of the AC was 22 degrees Celsius, I think. It may have been lower than that, of course, but none of my pals were bothered, in fact they relished it, being a hot day and all, and I simply don't trust my judgment in temperature.
She is, I quote, a sucker for packaging, unquote. She said so herself, so I consider it perfectly fine to say it out loud. Anything wrapped in a fancy way, anything that catches her eye, she'll go for it, even though it ends up pretty rotten in the end (think buying food because it is packaged elegantly but contains not-so-tasty food).
Me, on the other hand, am an advertiser's worst nightmare.
Seriously, I don't pay attention to adverts on the newspapers or magazines. Only this morning my sister was telling me about a particular scholarship to apply and I promptly asked her, "Really? Got show ke?" and she replied, rather irritably, yes.
Which led me thinking about all these.
When it comes to newspapers I scan the headlines, and if there is something interesting based on the statement I'll read it, but if it doesn't catch my eye I skip. And I skip the adverts entirely. Partly because there is nothing I want to read about or buy that they're showing, and mainly because there's just so much more to read, so by skipping over the irrelevant details I gain more time for other things.
And yes people, I don't go online and play games or whatnot. I actually read fanfiction online. My favourites are the ones where it's incredibly long (Just finished a Severus/Hermione one called Semantics that was 100 chapters) and detailed, it's like reading an entire book. Of course, the one shots are nice as well, but like Jenny Shepard from NCIS said in a fanfiction, "It's not about the ending, it's about how the characters get there." I like to read how the characters evolve, and sometimes when I write I can't help but feel a little helpless that I'll never be able to evolve them that way, simply because I'm such a schmuck at writing emotions. I love reading about them, but I don't know how to put it into words, how to bring it to life.
Anyway, I'll be leaving for Notthingham Malaysian Campus in a couple of weeks and I'm still at a loss at what to bring there. Shall I do the one-suitcase policy, where I bring everything in (you got it!) one suitcase and generally live out of that, or do I move in, move in? I don't want to bring lots of stuff, but since I'll be living in the house five days a week it feels a bit.....cold without some personal possessions. And I've not met half of my housemates yet so it's going to be odd. I wonder how we can stand our respective quirks and habits.
I don't know which jacket to bring.
And even if I want to do a bit of early studying, I honestly can't because I don't exactly know what books I'll be needing (makes me kinda guilty when my sis studies intently during her off-days -- she's only got lectures three times a week!) and all the books on their recommended reading list are available at Nott's library/bookshop. I feel so bummed out and lazy hence the multiple reading sessions.
According to the gadget on my desktop, it is mostly cloudy in KL and the temperature is 31 degrees Celsius. Which is hot, isn't it? I mean, normal room temperatures here is at 25 degrees C. So a rise of 6 degrees in the temperature means it's rather warm, yes?
If that's the case, why on earth are my hands cold?
I mean, really cold.
It's like that time in HELP. We were having a Core Maths 4 mock (which I failed miserably - don't ask) and I wore my jacket and Shangeeth asked if I were really that cold, and persuaded me to take my jacket off. Shrugging, I did so, and endured the entire two hour period without my jacket.
A big mistake.
I was chattering the entire time, my limbs were freezing, and I couldn't care less about the exam when I was half frozen. And I do believe that time, the temperature of the AC was 22 degrees Celsius, I think. It may have been lower than that, of course, but none of my pals were bothered, in fact they relished it, being a hot day and all, and I simply don't trust my judgment in temperature.
Friday, 19 August 2011
A Little Escapism
I find a lot of things rather amusing lately. That's an opinion not many people agree with, but why not?
It always strikes me as funny how when people want your help they come to you, but when they don't you don't really hear from them at all. Now, I'm not being mean, nor am I criticising people for that. I've done it myself; I'm all honey sweet when I want stuff, but who doesn't do it?
I just find it rather amusing, a little bit sad, but mostly amusement reigns.
Just today I've had a call, yes a CALL, can you imagine, from a college pal of mine who asks, "Hey, it's XXX. Do you remember me?" As if I can forget anyone of you. I'm more likely than you are to remember who the other is. One of the benefits of being wallflower. (And the only reason I'm making a big deal about people calling me is because people generally don't call me. It's a rule or something; I can leave my phone on for twenty four hours, 7 days a week and I won't have a single call from my friends. It's odd that way.)
So she was saying that a pal of hers was planning to do biotech or biochem next year, and she wanted to borrow my personal statement to just kinda see what I wrote, what needs to be said to get through that yes, it's biotech/biochem I want to do.
Unfortunately I've misplaced my personal statement, and I'm trying to find it myself (to no success, as of late). It's funny how people ask to read the personal statements, I've commited the same crime of reading other people's stuff, but while I'm awed by the various experiences they have that led them to do medicine or pharmacy, I don't relate to it. I've never been involved in meds, never liked it. But it was pretty good, their stuff. I understand why they want it, I just don't feel the same way.
But what is a personal statement? It's personal (yes, thank you, funnily we figured that bit out) but what does it mean? Lots of times I've seen people going around, trying to....well, plagiarize sounds a bit harsh....but yes, people who can't be bothered to write their own tend to copy-paste from other sources. That's not very personal, is it?
Mostly, though, the problem with all these essays is that they ask, why do you want to do this? We know we like this, but why is a rather difficult bit altogether. How do we put into words the passion and joy we feel when we mix chemicals together, that childlike awe we feel when we discover something?
It's kind of like me.
People around me know I love books, devour them with a passion, can read (speed-read, they say, but that's so uncouth. How do you define speed-reading?) an entire book in a few hours. But what people don't know is that when I enter a bookstore where I'm given liberty to buy any book I want (since they were all at discounted prices) I actually cackled.
Cackled, like a witch.
Honestly, if anyone were beside me they would've thought I've lost my mind.
And not once. Oh, no. Multiple times. I run around, finding books, cackling in glee, childlike delight on my face. The best part is, the people I was there with, family? They didn't even notice. And that's fun, because it's a secret. It's a secret that no one will ever witness. You've seen it in books, where the main character sees their love interest doing something they enjoy and there's that expression of utmost joy, and then they'll write: "That's when he fell in love with her all over again." or something to that effect.
You won't get a chance to see it, the way I'm so overwhelmed by the whole thing I actually had to fight the dizziness, fight not to pass out at the sight of it all. Complete euphoria. It's too much to take in at once.
You don't get a chance to see it, because you're not the one I fell in love with.
It always strikes me as funny how when people want your help they come to you, but when they don't you don't really hear from them at all. Now, I'm not being mean, nor am I criticising people for that. I've done it myself; I'm all honey sweet when I want stuff, but who doesn't do it?
I just find it rather amusing, a little bit sad, but mostly amusement reigns.
Just today I've had a call, yes a CALL, can you imagine, from a college pal of mine who asks, "Hey, it's XXX. Do you remember me?" As if I can forget anyone of you. I'm more likely than you are to remember who the other is. One of the benefits of being wallflower. (And the only reason I'm making a big deal about people calling me is because people generally don't call me. It's a rule or something; I can leave my phone on for twenty four hours, 7 days a week and I won't have a single call from my friends. It's odd that way.)
So she was saying that a pal of hers was planning to do biotech or biochem next year, and she wanted to borrow my personal statement to just kinda see what I wrote, what needs to be said to get through that yes, it's biotech/biochem I want to do.
Unfortunately I've misplaced my personal statement, and I'm trying to find it myself (to no success, as of late). It's funny how people ask to read the personal statements, I've commited the same crime of reading other people's stuff, but while I'm awed by the various experiences they have that led them to do medicine or pharmacy, I don't relate to it. I've never been involved in meds, never liked it. But it was pretty good, their stuff. I understand why they want it, I just don't feel the same way.
But what is a personal statement? It's personal (yes, thank you, funnily we figured that bit out) but what does it mean? Lots of times I've seen people going around, trying to....well, plagiarize sounds a bit harsh....but yes, people who can't be bothered to write their own tend to copy-paste from other sources. That's not very personal, is it?
Mostly, though, the problem with all these essays is that they ask, why do you want to do this? We know we like this, but why is a rather difficult bit altogether. How do we put into words the passion and joy we feel when we mix chemicals together, that childlike awe we feel when we discover something?
It's kind of like me.
People around me know I love books, devour them with a passion, can read (speed-read, they say, but that's so uncouth. How do you define speed-reading?) an entire book in a few hours. But what people don't know is that when I enter a bookstore where I'm given liberty to buy any book I want (since they were all at discounted prices) I actually cackled.
Cackled, like a witch.
Honestly, if anyone were beside me they would've thought I've lost my mind.
And not once. Oh, no. Multiple times. I run around, finding books, cackling in glee, childlike delight on my face. The best part is, the people I was there with, family? They didn't even notice. And that's fun, because it's a secret. It's a secret that no one will ever witness. You've seen it in books, where the main character sees their love interest doing something they enjoy and there's that expression of utmost joy, and then they'll write: "That's when he fell in love with her all over again." or something to that effect.
You won't get a chance to see it, the way I'm so overwhelmed by the whole thing I actually had to fight the dizziness, fight not to pass out at the sight of it all. Complete euphoria. It's too much to take in at once.
You don't get a chance to see it, because you're not the one I fell in love with.
Thursday, 11 August 2011
Fake Empire Fic
I'd just finished Chapter 18 of City on a River, the non-mutant version of the Fake Empire fic, which was absolutely lovely, btw. In case you didn't know, the pairing in these stories are Emma Frost/Emily Prentiss, a X-Man/Criminal Minds crossover. Fake Empire was about Didi, E/E's daughter from an alternate universe, who was sent to Emily in this universe, to avoid the apocalypse in their former universe.
Confused? Go read it. Link's in my link list.
Yes, and don't condemn me on my choice of literature. Not all of us like plays.
Confused? Go read it. Link's in my link list.
Yes, and don't condemn me on my choice of literature. Not all of us like plays.
Sunday, 7 August 2011
The Circle Is Complete...Kinda
Oh yes!
Uh-huh, I got my new 8GB pendrive today! And I had to rush all the way to that computer shop at the very top floor of IPC, same level as Popular just to get it since it was at a discounted price (RM 19.90 you know!) and people were lining up to get it when the shop opened at ten.
After power walking all the way (cause it felt a bit uncouth to run that early in the morning when people were setting up shop) we finally got there in time and bought a couple of those pendrives (one per person, so thank God I went along with my dad). Got it, got out to pay parking, whoo! It's free. Turns out we managed to get in and out in fifteen minutes. Validated the ticket and rushed off to church.
Now I'm back home and I was thinking of naming my new XPorter Patriot Memory flashdrive. What do you mean "name", you may ask? Well, usually stuff like this have a name, right, when you stick it into your computer, a window comes out sayingor something like that, depending on the brand, yes? Well, I changed it from to ......
Dun dun dun....
< MORGAUSE >
Yes I know, but I needed the whole set, since the memory card in my mobile phone is already called < MORGANA >. I'm serious; that's the name of my memory card. So to complete the circle, I changed my Toshiba 1GB flashdrive (that came free with the Dell laptop) to....
Surprise, surprise...
< NIMUEH >
Now I just need one more of these electronic thingies and I'll call it < MORDRED >.
In your face, < MERLIN >
Uh-huh, I got my new 8GB pendrive today! And I had to rush all the way to that computer shop at the very top floor of IPC, same level as Popular just to get it since it was at a discounted price (RM 19.90 you know!) and people were lining up to get it when the shop opened at ten.
After power walking all the way (cause it felt a bit uncouth to run that early in the morning when people were setting up shop) we finally got there in time and bought a couple of those pendrives (one per person, so thank God I went along with my dad). Got it, got out to pay parking, whoo! It's free. Turns out we managed to get in and out in fifteen minutes. Validated the ticket and rushed off to church.
Now I'm back home and I was thinking of naming my new XPorter Patriot Memory flashdrive. What do you mean "name", you may ask? Well, usually stuff like this have a name, right, when you stick it into your computer, a window comes out saying
Dun dun dun....
Yes I know, but I needed the whole set, since the memory card in my mobile phone is already called < MORGANA >
Surprise, surprise...
Now I just need one more of these electronic thingies and I'll call it < MORDRED >
In your face, < MERLIN >
Wednesday, 3 August 2011
In The Dark of The Night
First of all, I'd like to thank my public, Chris Chew Eng Hoe and Daniel Joseph Tay, for being so kind as to check on my blog for updates and comment. Seriously, it does wonders for a girl's ego, and I really have no idea how you people find the time to actually read my stuff, blabbering nonsense that it is.
Anyway, I'd like to introduce you to a song. Yes, a song, sung by a necromancer with lyrics that makes me feel like I want to join the Dark Side (well, they have cookies too, and that). To quote a YouTube commenter: Huh. Who knew being a necromancer could be so...musical?
And the song is IN THE DARK OF THE NIGHT, from Anastasia, by 20th Century Fox, and the necromancer in question is the Holy Man, Rasputin! He's actually one of the few villians I know that makes you sympathise with him quite a bit, and the gleeful look on his face is simply epic.
Honestly people, the song is simple awesome. And I particularly like the part when Rasputin summons his minions. That is my favourite part of the entire song and I always put up the volume, sing along with Rasputin and imagine my minions (maybe Dave from Despicable Me?) rising up from the grave simply because the music, the score and the lyrics there fit the bill so well, you'd be forgiven for being a necromancer in the first place. It's enough to make anyone go evil for that reason.
Besides, evil always seems to have much more fun.
Come my minions
Rise for your master
Let your evil shine
Find her now
Yes, fly every faster
In the dark of the night
In the dark of the night
She'll be MINE!!!
P.S. Though I think that my version of the bridge is more of Evil!Sorceress than IWantRevenge Rasputin. Somehow I tend to sing it in a softer tone as I imagine it to be something like, Standing at one end of a table, stretching your hand out and conjuring spirits from the grave and just feeling intoxicated by the rush of power.
Anyway, I'd like to introduce you to a song. Yes, a song, sung by a necromancer with lyrics that makes me feel like I want to join the Dark Side (well, they have cookies too, and that). To quote a YouTube commenter: Huh. Who knew being a necromancer could be so...musical?
And the song is IN THE DARK OF THE NIGHT, from Anastasia, by 20th Century Fox, and the necromancer in question is the Holy Man, Rasputin! He's actually one of the few villians I know that makes you sympathise with him quite a bit, and the gleeful look on his face is simply epic.
Honestly people, the song is simple awesome. And I particularly like the part when Rasputin summons his minions. That is my favourite part of the entire song and I always put up the volume, sing along with Rasputin and imagine my minions (maybe Dave from Despicable Me?) rising up from the grave simply because the music, the score and the lyrics there fit the bill so well, you'd be forgiven for being a necromancer in the first place. It's enough to make anyone go evil for that reason.
Besides, evil always seems to have much more fun.
Come my minions
Rise for your master
Let your evil shine
Find her now
Yes, fly every faster
In the dark of the night
In the dark of the night
She'll be MINE!!!
P.S. Though I think that my version of the bridge is more of Evil!Sorceress than IWantRevenge Rasputin. Somehow I tend to sing it in a softer tone as I imagine it to be something like, Standing at one end of a table, stretching your hand out and conjuring spirits from the grave and just feeling intoxicated by the rush of power.
Tuesday, 2 August 2011
Something Ghostly This Way Come
So I'll be the first to admit that this is a title more suitable for October, but I couldn't help it.
Just two minutes ago I entered my parents' room to brush my hair. They've got a nice big mirror there so yeah. The entire room was dark, only illuminated by the light from the family room outside. So I flipped on the switch, and a light at the dressing table snapped on (I'm quite tempted to say "Turned On" but you know, boys these days. Say something like that and expect sniggering).
I turned away to get my brush, and was just about to start combing my hair when all of a sudden, the light snapped off.
People who know me knows my imagination knows no bounds, particularly when it involves the supernatural. And oddly enough, I'd been thinking about Spellbound, and what powers were suitable for the warlock Albert (I briefly entertained the idea that a rogue warlock breathes fire. Hey, Chris, maybe warlocks are elemental but when they turn rogue, their powers grow in intensity but in the end it overwhelms them to the point of insanity?) so it was a bit of a shock to be plunged into darkness.
So here I was, thinking that maybe something weird is going on when I finally hit on the solution. You know sometimes how you can flip a switch only halfway down into the slot? I think that's what happened, and since it was only halfway down, it ended up back to its original position without anyone pressing it.
Thus solved the Mystery of the Vanishing Light Source.
Just two minutes ago I entered my parents' room to brush my hair. They've got a nice big mirror there so yeah. The entire room was dark, only illuminated by the light from the family room outside. So I flipped on the switch, and a light at the dressing table snapped on (I'm quite tempted to say "Turned On" but you know, boys these days. Say something like that and expect sniggering).
I turned away to get my brush, and was just about to start combing my hair when all of a sudden, the light snapped off.
People who know me knows my imagination knows no bounds, particularly when it involves the supernatural. And oddly enough, I'd been thinking about Spellbound, and what powers were suitable for the warlock Albert (I briefly entertained the idea that a rogue warlock breathes fire. Hey, Chris, maybe warlocks are elemental but when they turn rogue, their powers grow in intensity but in the end it overwhelms them to the point of insanity?) so it was a bit of a shock to be plunged into darkness.
So here I was, thinking that maybe something weird is going on when I finally hit on the solution. You know sometimes how you can flip a switch only halfway down into the slot? I think that's what happened, and since it was only halfway down, it ended up back to its original position without anyone pressing it.
Thus solved the Mystery of the Vanishing Light Source.
Thursday, 28 July 2011
Legion
I don't know who you are anymore.
Who are you? Who am I? Who are we? Are we the two sides of the same coin? Or the same side of two coins? Are we one and the same? Or are we just different? Left, right. Up, down. In, out. North, south. Back, forth. Past, present.
A dichotomy.
A dichotomy, but also a similarity.
We are similar. Our minds are in sync. But who are you? Who am I?
Who are you, really?
I liked you once. I liked who you were. Who I was. Who I am now. I liked the attention you gave me. She gave me. She always gave me.
I don't know who I am. If I'm me, or if I'm her. Or if I'm a multitude of persons in one shell.
We are Legion, for we are many.
So which one do you want? Me. Her. We. Us. None of the above. All of the above.
The lines are blurred. I see me in the mirror. I see her in the mirror. I see them in the mirror.
Who exactly am I?
No matter who I end up with, she'll always be the one. I'll probably never meet her, but I know her, because I know me, and I am her. She belongs to me. Does that mean I belong to her? That we belong to each other?
Who are you? Who am I? Who are we? Are we the two sides of the same coin? Or the same side of two coins? Are we one and the same? Or are we just different? Left, right. Up, down. In, out. North, south. Back, forth. Past, present.
A dichotomy.
A dichotomy, but also a similarity.
We are similar. Our minds are in sync. But who are you? Who am I?
Who are you, really?
I liked you once. I liked who you were. Who I was. Who I am now. I liked the attention you gave me. She gave me. She always gave me.
I don't know who I am. If I'm me, or if I'm her. Or if I'm a multitude of persons in one shell.
We are Legion, for we are many.
So which one do you want? Me. Her. We. Us. None of the above. All of the above.
The lines are blurred. I see me in the mirror. I see her in the mirror. I see them in the mirror.
Who exactly am I?
No matter who I end up with, she'll always be the one. I'll probably never meet her, but I know her, because I know me, and I am her. She belongs to me. Does that mean I belong to her? That we belong to each other?
Friday, 1 July 2011
Musings Over A Cuppa
I am extremely pissed at Blogger.
My oh-so-inspirational tea post was only saved with the first two paragraphs intact - the rest are missing. So I really can't bring myself to write it all down again. If this incident happens again, I swear I'll move to Livejournal instead.
On a lighter note, a few people might have noticed that I went to collect my 1119 cert on Wednesday. Well, I'd originally planned on wearing one of my button down long sleeve shirts cause it was so hot lately. I'd even planned to wear my gladiator sandals as well. But then....
It rained.
Talk about raining on your parade, literally.
And it got so cold and jammed I was half worried we wouldn't get to Taman Sea in time because I planned to get my cert, hand it to my dad, and spend some time hanging around the school (since it was RKA day) and wait for Chiau Hui's mum to get her report card so she could clear off and come for lunch with us.
By the time I got to Taman Sea it was almost 9.45 am. Good, I was still on schedule since we arranged to meet at 9.50 am, the time when Chiau's class had their recess. Ran in the rain to the entrance, walked up the walkway past the prefects who were busy chorusing, "Good Morning." Past the poor fellow Scout who was busy opening the gates (in the rain, might I add) for the cars to enter the school. Honestly, every time something like this occurs, it's our Scouts that get assigned the grunt work. Made my way past the tables and stone chairs, past the group of Green House people who were sheltering underneath due to the rain. Laughed at them cause I didn't need to go for House Practice anymore, ho ho ho.
Rushed up the teachers' staircase (which I use every chance I get since only teachers were allowed to use it, but screw it. I am a returning alum!) Visited the facilities and raised a curious eyebrow at the barrel of what-looked-like-oily-dirty-water right outside. Entered said facilities and saw the "Please Flush to Maintain Cleanliness" signs inside every cubicle. Sniggered when some of the said cubicles were missing the handles to flush the toilets. Despaired at the sight of the toilets and wondered where did all our money go? Raised an eyebrow at the new faucet heads.
Then I walked out and who should I see coming towards me but Mr Chris! I think he was just coming out of the office, so we made our way there and got our cert. A couple of teachers entered and asked us to donate blood (yes, they do a blood donation drive every year on this day). Met the same teacher (I think) who had given me my SPM cert in March; she commented that I looked so different. Do I?
So we got our certs, then he accompanied me all the way back down past "Good Morning" prefects, and I ran all the way to the car and threw my cert in through the window and went back up the walkway to another chorus of "Good Morning." Saw some Green house people pushing each other under a stream of rainwater that was leaking from a hole in the roof and tsked. Kids these days.
Went up to Chiau's class, met her halfway there, so we relocated to the canteen and had a great jaw of a time there with dear Elaine. Had some really meaningful convos then. Afterwards, Elaine had to go for her presentation and so we left for the hall, where I * ahem, ahem* managed to convince the dear Mr Chris to donate blood. He was grimacing when they stuck the needle in. We have pictures, oh yes, even a recording, but he doesn't want it published so it's not on FB. Good blackmailing material huh? Just kidding.
After that we met Vincent there and the boys had a chat. Then we basically toured the school waiting for Chiau's mum to come over and pick up the report card. There was a funny incident where we were both chatting with our favourite teacher, the Chem teacher, for several minutes, and after she left to her office, Chris and I glanced at each other and said, "What's her name ah?"
We started throwing out names until Chris gave it up and went to ask said teacher and we were so sheepish when he came back and said, "Her name is Pn Liew." Well, we can't remember OK? One and a half year we've not met her.
After that we went to makan at Teapot Cafe which was really nice, the atmosphere and everything. Food also not bad. And the decor was lovely. The only embarassing point was when they mistakening place a teapot in front of us (which we didn't order - it belonged to the next table - but we thought it was some complementary thing) and we all took turns to sniff at the lovely smell of apple crumble tea.
Gosh, we need to try that next time.
My oh-so-inspirational tea post was only saved with the first two paragraphs intact - the rest are missing. So I really can't bring myself to write it all down again. If this incident happens again, I swear I'll move to Livejournal instead.
On a lighter note, a few people might have noticed that I went to collect my 1119 cert on Wednesday. Well, I'd originally planned on wearing one of my button down long sleeve shirts cause it was so hot lately. I'd even planned to wear my gladiator sandals as well. But then....
It rained.
Talk about raining on your parade, literally.
And it got so cold and jammed I was half worried we wouldn't get to Taman Sea in time because I planned to get my cert, hand it to my dad, and spend some time hanging around the school (since it was RKA day) and wait for Chiau Hui's mum to get her report card so she could clear off and come for lunch with us.
By the time I got to Taman Sea it was almost 9.45 am. Good, I was still on schedule since we arranged to meet at 9.50 am, the time when Chiau's class had their recess. Ran in the rain to the entrance, walked up the walkway past the prefects who were busy chorusing, "Good Morning." Past the poor fellow Scout who was busy opening the gates (in the rain, might I add) for the cars to enter the school. Honestly, every time something like this occurs, it's our Scouts that get assigned the grunt work. Made my way past the tables and stone chairs, past the group of Green House people who were sheltering underneath due to the rain. Laughed at them cause I didn't need to go for House Practice anymore, ho ho ho.
Rushed up the teachers' staircase (which I use every chance I get since only teachers were allowed to use it, but screw it. I am a returning alum!) Visited the facilities and raised a curious eyebrow at the barrel of what-looked-like-oily-dirty-water right outside. Entered said facilities and saw the "Please Flush to Maintain Cleanliness" signs inside every cubicle. Sniggered when some of the said cubicles were missing the handles to flush the toilets. Despaired at the sight of the toilets and wondered where did all our money go? Raised an eyebrow at the new faucet heads.
Then I walked out and who should I see coming towards me but Mr Chris! I think he was just coming out of the office, so we made our way there and got our cert. A couple of teachers entered and asked us to donate blood (yes, they do a blood donation drive every year on this day). Met the same teacher (I think) who had given me my SPM cert in March; she commented that I looked so different. Do I?
So we got our certs, then he accompanied me all the way back down past "Good Morning" prefects, and I ran all the way to the car and threw my cert in through the window and went back up the walkway to another chorus of "Good Morning." Saw some Green house people pushing each other under a stream of rainwater that was leaking from a hole in the roof and tsked. Kids these days.
Went up to Chiau's class, met her halfway there, so we relocated to the canteen and had a great jaw of a time there with dear Elaine. Had some really meaningful convos then. Afterwards, Elaine had to go for her presentation and so we left for the hall, where I * ahem, ahem* managed to convince the dear Mr Chris to donate blood. He was grimacing when they stuck the needle in. We have pictures, oh yes, even a recording, but he doesn't want it published so it's not on FB. Good blackmailing material huh? Just kidding.
After that we met Vincent there and the boys had a chat. Then we basically toured the school waiting for Chiau's mum to come over and pick up the report card. There was a funny incident where we were both chatting with our favourite teacher, the Chem teacher, for several minutes, and after she left to her office, Chris and I glanced at each other and said, "What's her name ah?"
We started throwing out names until Chris gave it up and went to ask said teacher and we were so sheepish when he came back and said, "Her name is Pn Liew." Well, we can't remember OK? One and a half year we've not met her.
After that we went to makan at Teapot Cafe which was really nice, the atmosphere and everything. Food also not bad. And the decor was lovely. The only embarassing point was when they mistakening place a teapot in front of us (which we didn't order - it belonged to the next table - but we thought it was some complementary thing) and we all took turns to sniff at the lovely smell of apple crumble tea.
Gosh, we need to try that next time.
Friday, 24 June 2011
You Know You've Not Visited Your Blog In Quite A While When You Forget The Password To Log In.
It's true what they say: the only time you actually write your blog is when the exams are coming. That's the time to spam on about how much you've studied (or not), what happened during the exam, blah blah blah.
Well, C4 was alright. I didn't have as much trouble with this as I had with C3 last semester (and I got a C to prove it) but at least this time I actually more or less can figure out what they're asking me.
Biology was horrible. Everyone complained that "there was no time to think!" and it's true. You get the fresh, clean scientific article and....your mind goes blank, just like the fresh copy. It took me quite some time to riffle through the entire thing just to find what I was looking for.
(Dear God! How annoying can it get when you open a tab to check your mail, click on the first link to open it, come back to it five minutes later to see that it's still hang-kei-ing at that same main page.)
Anyway, for those not taking Physics, congratulations! Today is officially the last day of exams! So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, goodbye to dear Edexcel! For my friends who are taking Physics (like me, rather), we will persevere and defeat Newton, Keppler, Hertzsprung-Russell (though I do think that they were actually two men, not one) and we will ace this examination!!
Well, I hope. Keep your fingers crossed, people!
I'm not really sure if I'm even allowed to talk about the Chem paper today. I mean, I already took it, I suspect with the time difference the English people took it, but I honestly have no idea about the rest of you. So, all I'm gonna say on the subject was that for me, it was a bit tough, and I regretted not studying more on certain topics. There. That'll pass the censor boards. (Which reminds me of my English teacher from secondary school talking about imagery, I think it was, and stuff like how a pair of scissors can be used to demonstrate censorship.)
Anyway, when Physics is over, I'm going to start reading the Hollows by Kim Harrison again (aka the Rachel Morgan series). It's a really cool series, and it starts off with, how, thanks to genetic modification, a virus strain that infected a tomato. The supernatural beings - vampires, witches, pixies etc only suffered from a slight cold and stuff, but humans died out thanks to the virus. When it came to light that the supernatural beings were now more or less equal to the human population, they started mingling with the humans, though there is quite some mistrust between the two species. And since all this started with GM foods, they killed off the scientists and destroyed shipments of drugs in case something like that happened again.
It's a very interesting topic for someone like me who's planning to do biotech (GM foods, anyone?) and it combines science (just a little bit) with my favourite supernatural magic power genre. The best part of all is when humans are so fearful of tomatoes, they stopped eating it, hence tomato-based foods like pizza and spaghetti are shunned even though the tomatoes are perfectly alright and virus-free. It's incredibly funny when Rachel (witch), Ivy (vampire) and Glenn (human) go to Piscary's for dinner, and they serve pizza, and Glenn's horrified at the sight of the pizza. "It's got tomatoes in it!"
And I'm trying to see if I can get the entire series in hardcover cause reading it on PDF is quite a strain. Seriously, I prefer flipping the pages of a book than scrolling. And don't even talk to me about trying to print it out. I did that once, right after my dad installed the new ink cartridge. I got so horrified at the number of pages I stopped printing about halfway, and the ink levels dropped to half. And I didn't even finish printing.
Which is why I'm looking to buy the books instead. But dude, MPH sells them from RM 29.90 (reasonable enough) up to RM 86.90 (crap!). Yeah, you and me both.
So people, hint hint, if you're trying to get me something, either this or Merlin Season 3, original (hopefully) or not original (still OK I suppose) will do. Thank you all in advance.
Well, C4 was alright. I didn't have as much trouble with this as I had with C3 last semester (and I got a C to prove it) but at least this time I actually more or less can figure out what they're asking me.
Biology was horrible. Everyone complained that "there was no time to think!" and it's true. You get the fresh, clean scientific article and....your mind goes blank, just like the fresh copy. It took me quite some time to riffle through the entire thing just to find what I was looking for.
(Dear God! How annoying can it get when you open a tab to check your mail, click on the first link to open it, come back to it five minutes later to see that it's still hang-kei-ing at that same main page.)
Anyway, for those not taking Physics, congratulations! Today is officially the last day of exams! So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, goodbye to dear Edexcel! For my friends who are taking Physics (like me, rather), we will persevere and defeat Newton, Keppler, Hertzsprung-Russell (though I do think that they were actually two men, not one) and we will ace this examination!!
Well, I hope. Keep your fingers crossed, people!
I'm not really sure if I'm even allowed to talk about the Chem paper today. I mean, I already took it, I suspect with the time difference the English people took it, but I honestly have no idea about the rest of you. So, all I'm gonna say on the subject was that for me, it was a bit tough, and I regretted not studying more on certain topics. There. That'll pass the censor boards. (Which reminds me of my English teacher from secondary school talking about imagery, I think it was, and stuff like how a pair of scissors can be used to demonstrate censorship.)
Anyway, when Physics is over, I'm going to start reading the Hollows by Kim Harrison again (aka the Rachel Morgan series). It's a really cool series, and it starts off with, how, thanks to genetic modification, a virus strain that infected a tomato. The supernatural beings - vampires, witches, pixies etc only suffered from a slight cold and stuff, but humans died out thanks to the virus. When it came to light that the supernatural beings were now more or less equal to the human population, they started mingling with the humans, though there is quite some mistrust between the two species. And since all this started with GM foods, they killed off the scientists and destroyed shipments of drugs in case something like that happened again.
It's a very interesting topic for someone like me who's planning to do biotech (GM foods, anyone?) and it combines science (just a little bit) with my favourite supernatural magic power genre. The best part of all is when humans are so fearful of tomatoes, they stopped eating it, hence tomato-based foods like pizza and spaghetti are shunned even though the tomatoes are perfectly alright and virus-free. It's incredibly funny when Rachel (witch), Ivy (vampire) and Glenn (human) go to Piscary's for dinner, and they serve pizza, and Glenn's horrified at the sight of the pizza. "It's got tomatoes in it!"
And I'm trying to see if I can get the entire series in hardcover cause reading it on PDF is quite a strain. Seriously, I prefer flipping the pages of a book than scrolling. And don't even talk to me about trying to print it out. I did that once, right after my dad installed the new ink cartridge. I got so horrified at the number of pages I stopped printing about halfway, and the ink levels dropped to half. And I didn't even finish printing.
Which is why I'm looking to buy the books instead. But dude, MPH sells them from RM 29.90 (reasonable enough) up to RM 86.90 (crap!). Yeah, you and me both.
So people, hint hint, if you're trying to get me something, either this or Merlin Season 3, original (hopefully) or not original (still OK I suppose) will do. Thank you all in advance.
Thursday, 21 April 2011
Electric Charges in the Air Makes Me Fizzle
It's been ages since I've actually taken a good look at my blog.
One thing I notice is that every single time I come in, there are always a lot of comments on my chatbox. All are spam, with the exception of Shareen, who even noticed the number of random people on my chatbox. Yes, people, spam lives, but it's quite an ego boost, particularly for someone like me who doesn't really post much stuff, to have people comment and say stuff like, "This is a really good blog!"
Oh, who am I kidding? This blog is three-quarters to the compost pile.
On another note, my printer has been working up quite a tantrum lately. See, I stick the USB into the laptop, try to print and lo and behold, paper goes in, gets jammed halfway, only comes back out when I hit the OFF button on the printer. Since a few of those messages that popped out seemed to imply something was wrong with my ink cartridges, dad got some new ones instead. Hopefully when I stick them in everything will be A OK and it'll be up and running soon.
I like electricity. There's something quite cool about being all Brennan Mulwray and throwing a tesla coil at people. Of course, this was way before I saw the Sorcerer's Apprentice and immediately decided that electricity was one hell of a power. Of course, not to be done in water but well...
Plot wise, not bad, particularly liked the technobabble by Monsieur Nicolas Cage "...comes from the electricity in your nervous system." Hmm, maybe that's why Brennan grabbed his gut when he was hit by whatshisname. Confused? There's an episode where this mutant could send out waves of pain. For telepath Frank, the pain hit him and he was clutching his head (telepathy being a mental thing). When it hit Brennan, he was clutching his gut, so word has it that his electrical ability originates from there. Like what Nicolas said, "From the nervous system."
I really disliked the main character and his whinny voice though. Ten year old Dave is better than 20 year old Dave. And anyone besides me that thinks the female lead is like a blonde Bella Swan?
Anyway, mocks are next week, so gotta study. When I'm done with that, I'm gonna finish Kim Harrison's entire Hollows series. It's an incredibly good read, I promise.
One thing I notice is that every single time I come in, there are always a lot of comments on my chatbox. All are spam, with the exception of Shareen, who even noticed the number of random people on my chatbox. Yes, people, spam lives, but it's quite an ego boost, particularly for someone like me who doesn't really post much stuff, to have people comment and say stuff like, "This is a really good blog!"
Oh, who am I kidding? This blog is three-quarters to the compost pile.
On another note, my printer has been working up quite a tantrum lately. See, I stick the USB into the laptop, try to print and lo and behold, paper goes in, gets jammed halfway, only comes back out when I hit the OFF button on the printer. Since a few of those messages that popped out seemed to imply something was wrong with my ink cartridges, dad got some new ones instead. Hopefully when I stick them in everything will be A OK and it'll be up and running soon.
I like electricity. There's something quite cool about being all Brennan Mulwray and throwing a tesla coil at people. Of course, this was way before I saw the Sorcerer's Apprentice and immediately decided that electricity was one hell of a power. Of course, not to be done in water but well...
Plot wise, not bad, particularly liked the technobabble by Monsieur Nicolas Cage "...comes from the electricity in your nervous system." Hmm, maybe that's why Brennan grabbed his gut when he was hit by whatshisname. Confused? There's an episode where this mutant could send out waves of pain. For telepath Frank, the pain hit him and he was clutching his head (telepathy being a mental thing). When it hit Brennan, he was clutching his gut, so word has it that his electrical ability originates from there. Like what Nicolas said, "From the nervous system."
I really disliked the main character and his whinny voice though. Ten year old Dave is better than 20 year old Dave. And anyone besides me that thinks the female lead is like a blonde Bella Swan?
Anyway, mocks are next week, so gotta study. When I'm done with that, I'm gonna finish Kim Harrison's entire Hollows series. It's an incredibly good read, I promise.
Saturday, 2 April 2011
Sweet Dreams
I live in a dream. I've more or less figured out what I want to be, what I want to achieve, but I can never wrap my mind around the pathway I'm supposed to take to get there. So I wait, for the dark to descend, to engulf me, to take me in deeper, to greater heights, until I fall asleep. Then I dream. I dream of knights and swordfights, the only things right now that can fire my blood to the extreme. I've always wanted to be a knight. The glory, the honour, the chivalry. Sometimes I feel as if I'd belong better in that era of blood and metal, than in this world of technology and complicated stuff. I want to feel the rush of magic in my veins, the hum of my blood as I draw out my sword, the intense high that comes with the glory of battle. Then I realise that this can never be. So I go back to sleep. And I dream till the dawn wakes me.
Wednesday, 30 March 2011
British Accent
Okay, so there's this fella in my Mech class who's apparently from England (but he's an Indian) and when he speaks, he's got the British accent, but it sounds much more relaxed than the usual crisp accents we see from Keira Knightley for instance (which is where I got my pseudo accent from - not really sure if it's really classified as British or not). Thing is, he keeps pronouncing words with a silent T - like Water becomes WAT-uh, better - BETT-uh, to the point that our Mech lecturer, a youngish fella called Mr Noel started mimicking him every chance he gets, and this brought up a lot of laughs, especially today in class. It's more of a heavy emphasis on the first syllable and they kind of rush through the -er sound. Now, I've tried searching quite a bit, but somehow on every other youtube video of a Brit doing an interview all of them pronounced their Ts, or maybe I didn't pay much attention, but I've personally never heard WAT-uh until my Mech classes this sem. Even Mr Noel and the guy (Javed) were talking about it once when Noel wondered why the actors on Harry Potter kept pronouncing the T sound and Javed replied, "How else would everyone know what we were talking about?" So, Shar, just wondering, do you guys pronounce the T? Or is it just a slang, a more relaxed way of saying stuff? Also, what accent do people in your part of the country England have? I've seen vids of Michelle Ryan and her RP accent, but then Emilia Fox has a "heavier" kind of British accent, Olivia Williams from Dollhouse has that crisp, posh one. Also, what exactly are Hard R words? Since on one episode of Dollhouse Olivia Williams mentioned that she doesn't do hard R words. Been trying to find some info on this but no result so far. Would appreciate some light shed on the matter.
Friday, 18 March 2011
Thursday, 3 February 2011
Swirls of Gold In My Eyes
Fireworks are, to quote Cate Blanchett, so blase. It's supposed to have the little accent over the e, so it's pronounced "Blah-say" but I have no idea how to type the accent so there.
It's around one a.m., and fireworks have been going off since twelve and I'm getting hungrier by the minute even though I ate a lot during the reunion dinner (high metabolism rate) so I'm trying to stave it away by chugging down H2O.
Sometimes I wonder what love really is. Is it some sort of chemical reaction that takes place, or is it just a case of familiarity breeding fondness? What is love? How do you truly know that it's love?
Everytime I see romantic movies or shows this question keeps popping up. Just with everything else, I pondered about it, long and hard.
Till now, I still don't have an answer.
It's around one a.m., and fireworks have been going off since twelve and I'm getting hungrier by the minute even though I ate a lot during the reunion dinner (high metabolism rate) so I'm trying to stave it away by chugging down H2O.
Sometimes I wonder what love really is. Is it some sort of chemical reaction that takes place, or is it just a case of familiarity breeding fondness? What is love? How do you truly know that it's love?
Everytime I see romantic movies or shows this question keeps popping up. Just with everything else, I pondered about it, long and hard.
Till now, I still don't have an answer.
Saturday, 29 January 2011
Red and Gold
Yay, exams are over!
I am excited for the new semester. I'm gonna study consistently and do well for this sem so I can hopefully get a scholarship and whatnot. People who are reading this blog, feel free to check up on me and put me on a guilt trip if I don't study ok?
Well, I am bored. The first two days after the examinations were over felt like heaven; I was finally free to do whatever I want, including catching up on shows and computer games. Unfortunately, half way through the second day, after downloading so many games and finally deleting them because 1. they were seriously lousy or 2. they couldn't be extracted so I couldn't play them, I finally came to the conclusion that there was more to life than flash games. Besides, after a while, you kinda get bored of the entire thing.
I am a person who needs to work to be productive. After so long, I finally understood what Louise meant. I was tired, sure, due to doing so much and juggling stuff around, esepcially during the exam period, where I had to continuously rearrange my schedule so that I had enough time to study and rest, but there came with it a strange sort of satisfaction that I derived after completing an exam. It sort of feels like, you study extremely hard for a subject, to the point where if anything deviates even slightly from your pattern, you come close to having a panic attack (ask my mother), but when you're actually doing the exam, you feel a sense of completion about you, and when it's over, there's relief and a bit of laughter at the same time. It probably doesn't make much sense to you, but if you've ever experienced something like that before, you'll agree that idle hands are the devil's tools.
Right now it's only the second day of my freedom and I'm already feeling antsy. It's an incredible word, antsy. I like that word, where you're restless the whole day and can't sit still. I'm already making a list of things to do during the one week CNY holidays:
1. Clean the entire house, even if it means sweeping the floors during CNY itself. To hell with tradition and superstition; no one comes to my house anyway, and sweeping, like running or skipping rope non-stop, is extremely cathartic. Of course, the dust mites are another thing altogether, but it's worth it just to see the place sparkling...I suddenly feel so domestic.
2. Make applications to universities and for scholarships. Yes, go ahead, point the finger of accusation at me and go, "PROCRASTINATION!!" It's fine, I totally deserved that. The main reason why I haven't done UCAS so far is because initally, I planned to apply to Ireland/Canada. UK was the furthest thing from my mind before I finally decided to apply for Nottingham, Malaysian campus for Biotechnology. Wish me luck.
3. Buy some new stationery, get ready for the new semester. Make proper notes. Because honestly, my notebook is a mess. I manage to make it look nice and neat, and I ruin the entire thing just because there's some new bit of info that needs to be put in during the last minute.
4. Clean up the study area and get rid of the old books. I honestly do think I have OCD now because I can't study if the table's too messy. I need to reorganise everything (half the study time just flew out of the window) before I can sit down calmly. Again, every time I do that, the same thought runs through my head: I have too much stuff.
5. Actually practice Maths consistently. I'm really worried about getting a bad grade for Maths since it felt entirely difficult while I was doing it. I just hope I don't have to retake it. And really study and understand various concepts so I don't have to rush like I did this sem (and the last one, and the one before that, and the one during SPM).
6. Pick up a curricular activity so those scholarship people can't say I'm booksmart but not streetsmart.
And again, thanks so very much to the friend who got me something he knew I'd like. And for all the effort as well. Again, you shouldn't have. But it was a very, very sweet gesture. I liked the tag too, by the way. And the Aliesan thing? My sis actually thought it was printed out and not written. That was how impressed she was at the handwriting.
Have a good trip back to the hometown, and Happy CNY!
I am excited for the new semester. I'm gonna study consistently and do well for this sem so I can hopefully get a scholarship and whatnot. People who are reading this blog, feel free to check up on me and put me on a guilt trip if I don't study ok?
Well, I am bored. The first two days after the examinations were over felt like heaven; I was finally free to do whatever I want, including catching up on shows and computer games. Unfortunately, half way through the second day, after downloading so many games and finally deleting them because 1. they were seriously lousy or 2. they couldn't be extracted so I couldn't play them, I finally came to the conclusion that there was more to life than flash games. Besides, after a while, you kinda get bored of the entire thing.
I am a person who needs to work to be productive. After so long, I finally understood what Louise meant. I was tired, sure, due to doing so much and juggling stuff around, esepcially during the exam period, where I had to continuously rearrange my schedule so that I had enough time to study and rest, but there came with it a strange sort of satisfaction that I derived after completing an exam. It sort of feels like, you study extremely hard for a subject, to the point where if anything deviates even slightly from your pattern, you come close to having a panic attack (ask my mother), but when you're actually doing the exam, you feel a sense of completion about you, and when it's over, there's relief and a bit of laughter at the same time. It probably doesn't make much sense to you, but if you've ever experienced something like that before, you'll agree that idle hands are the devil's tools.
Right now it's only the second day of my freedom and I'm already feeling antsy. It's an incredible word, antsy. I like that word, where you're restless the whole day and can't sit still. I'm already making a list of things to do during the one week CNY holidays:
1. Clean the entire house, even if it means sweeping the floors during CNY itself. To hell with tradition and superstition; no one comes to my house anyway, and sweeping, like running or skipping rope non-stop, is extremely cathartic. Of course, the dust mites are another thing altogether, but it's worth it just to see the place sparkling...I suddenly feel so domestic.
2. Make applications to universities and for scholarships. Yes, go ahead, point the finger of accusation at me and go, "PROCRASTINATION!!" It's fine, I totally deserved that. The main reason why I haven't done UCAS so far is because initally, I planned to apply to Ireland/Canada. UK was the furthest thing from my mind before I finally decided to apply for Nottingham, Malaysian campus for Biotechnology. Wish me luck.
3. Buy some new stationery, get ready for the new semester. Make proper notes. Because honestly, my notebook is a mess. I manage to make it look nice and neat, and I ruin the entire thing just because there's some new bit of info that needs to be put in during the last minute.
4. Clean up the study area and get rid of the old books. I honestly do think I have OCD now because I can't study if the table's too messy. I need to reorganise everything (half the study time just flew out of the window) before I can sit down calmly. Again, every time I do that, the same thought runs through my head: I have too much stuff.
5. Actually practice Maths consistently. I'm really worried about getting a bad grade for Maths since it felt entirely difficult while I was doing it. I just hope I don't have to retake it. And really study and understand various concepts so I don't have to rush like I did this sem (and the last one, and the one before that, and the one during SPM).
6. Pick up a curricular activity so those scholarship people can't say I'm booksmart but not streetsmart.
And again, thanks so very much to the friend who got me something he knew I'd like. And for all the effort as well. Again, you shouldn't have. But it was a very, very sweet gesture. I liked the tag too, by the way. And the Aliesan thing? My sis actually thought it was printed out and not written. That was how impressed she was at the handwriting.
Have a good trip back to the hometown, and Happy CNY!
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