March 31st, 2014

I didn’t study for it. Well I tried but le brain was suffering from what seemed like indigestion.

Or in one ear, out the next with regards to lectures.

Surprisingly, I wasn’t in any sort of panic when I took my seat and started answering the test questions, which I might add, have no idea what the right answers were. I just shaded the corresponding answers on my GPAS calmly, probably knowing deep inside that I have to work harder to make up for this failed paper, and that there’s nothing I can do except to try.

Sounds pretty gloomy hey.

Anyway, I was reading question number 33 which had 5 options, and each option was 2 lines long but there wasn’t a space in between the options so it looked like this one big block of similar text which I had to pick the most seemingly right answer. Suddenly, this pop song started playing.

Obviously, someone didn’t put their phone on silent (or turn it off like what our lecturer told us though I doubt anyone turned their phone off. I mean, that’s why a silent function was invented right?) so everyone probably ignored it till the pop evolved into dubstep. At this point, I started smiling and I could hear a few snickers around but it was generally ignored because everyone thought it would stop sooner or later.

I mean, it did seemed to be going on a bit long for a ringtone so I thought maybe it’s an alarm and it would go away soon THEN, words were heard. The pretty catchy music had lyrics to it and everyone in the hall lost it. We just started laughing while the lecturer started walking around our bags placed at the front before exam, identifying the source of the noise, and he found it. (I think the situation was pretty amusing for him cause of the smile on his face)

So, he picked the bag up, walked over to the door, opened it, annnnnd, left it outside like a misbehaved puppy who was punished by having to sleep in the yard.

Though it was outside, we could still hear the music playing (went on for the rest of our exams which was about fifteen minutes) and honestly, it made picking random options as my answer a bit tad easier. Anyhow, when our paper was being collected, the lecturer took the still-playing-music bag in and placed it on his desk with this smile on his face and said “Now, who is claiming this bag?” which sent the class laughing again but when all our papers were collected, he took the bag, asked who it was, and returned it to the owner. (Though on the way there, the bag stopped ringing which led to “And now it stops” this bringing a few more laughters)

You’ve got to admit. Listening to club? music while doing a difficult paper is kind of refreshing. Or you could just be really annoyed . _ .

Well, I would be pretty annoying with the sick beat if I was concentrating really hard on my paper but hey, guess me being in this really zen mood did pay off. ^ o ^

November 16th, 2013

So it is exam time!

Joy.

So there’s the usual 100 mcqs for 100 marks papers which I have nothing against, and suddenly out comes 12 questions for 120 marks. The exam paper was TWO FREAKING PAGES SHORT. I was expecting a longer paper (Now that’s something you don’t hear everyday), something along those lines 60 questions for 120 marks.

I’m not sure if that is supposed to be normal but it isn’t NORMAL for me. They said it was short answer but all I see is everyone else writing pages after pages, some even asking for an extra booklet while I’m just sitting there, waiting for failure to rain down upon me.

Super excited for everything to be over!

And. It is 4+am. I tried to adjust my body clock back to normal, tossed and turned in bed for two hours, decided it wasn’t going to work so I’m listening to echo lectures while…typing this.

I think I’m adjusting to the time zone back home.

October 8th, 2013

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Picture of sky taken at Bar Beach.

Deadlines, deadlines, dealines.

I absolutely did no work at all during my 2 week break so I guess it is time to work hard and start studying if I even remember how to. Two weeks of rest and I think I’ve returned my lecture everything he/she taught.
Joy.

Just 7 more weeks till the school year ends and I can go enjoy Sydney, visit little cafes and watch the world go by as I sip on my drink, finally go home, and hang out with my old friends.

A few more quizzes, a few more assignments, 4 more weeks of lectures, 4 exams in 3 days, and I’d be free.

Really looking forward to the end of it.

March 11th, 2013

It is a game and it lasts a week.

You get a plastic knife with your name and your victim’s name. All you need to do is to find your victim, poke her with the knife and say “You’re dead” without anyone else noticing. After you uh, poked your victim to death or something, you get their knife and you move on to their victim.

Person with the most knives win.

Of course, somewhere out there is a person, with a knife which has YOUR name on it so let’s welcome paranoia with open arms.

So, it is almost 4pm and I have had someone barge into my room and apologize early in the morning, someone squinting through my window to see if anyone is in while I was having lunch and the same person with another guy trying to lure me out with some stupid lines and it went a little like this

Person : “Do you know blah from block blah?”
Me : “Sorry, who?”
Person’s friend : “Blah from that block. He’s in trouble”
Me : “I have no idea who that is”
Person : “Are you sure? He said you’re his friend and he’s in trouble and needs you”
Me : “Now why would I lie if my friend is in trouble?”
Person : “Yeah okay, we got the wrong person anyway”

Yupp, murder week at collage.

I’m not sure if I wanna get ‘killed’ because hey, I would be a free person and can strut around campus without having to sneak around and panic every time I have to go to class or leave my room if I do get killed. But it is only day 1 and…I wanna collect some knives too. (Which is kinda impossible since everyone changed their names and pictures on fb and everyone is going around in pairs)

Let’s not forget I don’t know anyone else on campus other than those in my block.

December 27th, 2011

No, seriously. WTF?

You decided to text me at 9.49pm, THREE DAYS AFTER THE SUBMISSION DEADLINE just to tell me that you did not submit your final year project report?

Seriously?

THREE FUCKING DAYS?

What?

Did you die on the day itself, spent a day laying in the soil and only got revived today?

ARE YOU RETARDED?

WE ARE A FUCKING TEAM!!

It is bad enough that I have to do all the lab work myself because you can’t be bother to go to school and thus got retained which leads to having school everyday which resulted in no free days for the final year project.

You COULD have came to school during the holidays to, idk, maybe START ON THE FUCKING PROJECT?

NO. You didn’t. Why would you?

I TOLD you to submit your report early. I even told you that the system for report submission is going to get JAMMED and what did you say? You said you would add the pictures in and then you are done. DONE.

DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE MEANING OF ‘DONE’?!

Once you are done, you FUCKING SUBMIT IT! WHO WERE YOU WAITING FOR?

SANTA CLAUS?!

Did you even think about me? WILL I FUCKING FAIL BECAUSE OF YOUR LACK OF BRAIN CELLS TO PROCESS THE MESSAGE THAT SAYS ‘THE SCHOOL SYSTEM WILL FUCKING HANG BEFORE THE DEADLINE’?!

I CANNOT deal with this right now.

You could have just texted me ON THE FUCKING DAY ITSELF! I would have given you the email of the person in-charge and then, you can email him/her your report like what I did last semester but you didn’t?

AND HOW THE HELL COULD YOU ASK ME ABOUT THE RESULTS?!

DID YOU NOT PUT THEM IN YOUR REPORT?!

Oh wait, I guess you didn’t even FINISH it in the first place!

Now that makes total sense. You could care less thus leading you to your un-finished report. And you probably freaked out at the very last minute and decided to not send your report since you still have to retain for another year and casually waited THREE DAYS so that the person in-charge will NOT accept your report then deciding to tell me.

Me.

Your fucking teammate.

Who did almost all of the lab work.

Provided you with results and protocols and even the FUCKING CONTENT PAGE FOR THE REPORT!

You suck. Seriously.

And seeing how you treated my friend when you dated her was bad enough. Now that you guys have broken up, you actually dare say something like ‘maybe she’ll give me her body for Christmas’ to your friend/s and told her that you missed her which made her text you back, I have come to realized that you are nothing but a waste of space.

The dust that I breath in is so much more significant that you are.

You are nothing but a shameless and self-centered dick + jerk + asshole.

Honestly, I thought you were going to change when you actually started coming to school and sitting for the exams.

Guess I was wrong.

I started this post with being nothing but mad at you but now, I am just utterly disappointed.

You know what?

I will do the poster and make MY presentation all by myself if I have to. I’m not going to try and put in a good word for you when the examiners do ask about you.

You can just fail this project and whatever else that you are planning to fail but hell you are not going to drag me down with you.

And pardon the language. I have found that cursing helps relieve and express and make emphasis on my emotions.

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