Sunday, September 28, 2008 11:49
It's not even a single day into my mid-terms yet, and I've drafted out a list of "post midterms to-do's". Strangely enough, most of my "to-do's" can be summarized in the cheer below, which most of us will find - ahem -
very familiar.
"Oh, my God
I think I need a manicure
The sun, I swear,
is bleaching through my gorgeous hair
Red, Blue, Yellow, Green
What's the colour of my team?
I don't know, I don't care,
I just want to do my hair!
Go! Go! Fight! Fight!
Gee, I hope I look alright
Sixteen? Twenty-four?
I don't even know the score!
..."Pardon me for leaving that cheer hanging there, but it has served its purpose. I'm not gonna complete it, for the last few lines do not do justice to me (HAHAHA). Worse, I'm sure they will be used against me by whom I shall not disclose.
Apart from those in bold, my list seems to never end. Items up on the agenda include:
Eating trip (yays)
Shopping trip (more yays)
Singapore trip with my sis (not so sure yet)
Heroes and Grey's Anatomy! (ultimate yays)
But the sad and discouraging fact?
I've got two assignments due one week apart from each other, and SEMESTER EXAMs after that. Not too pleasant, is it now?
Last but not least, a little CW1101 (Introduction to CamWhoring) practical does a good job in treating the stressed minds. Proven clinically. Here are the evidence:
First, I present to you the formal shot during Dean & Student interaction session, which took part in 6th floor, Science Library (I refuse to include Medical LOL). The deans were sitting and students, standing. Of course.
Then, practical started and students were free to express themselves. Through Tingx's webcam they were captured as such:
In every endeavour warming up is essential. Students were still a little shy.
Karen's finally let loose!
Following the 'act dumb' instruction on the protocol, here's what we've got:
Full marks should be awarded to Weifen for her commendable effort unprecedented in the history of CW1101.
Of course, there are NG scenes during the practical, those candid ones caught during the most unprepared of times...
That, I was told, looked like I was trying to punch my face and seemed to enjoy the process too. Apart from that, everyone looked like they were having great time doing CW1101 practical.
And last, but not least,
Don't you just feel like taking CW1101 module now?
Friday, September 19, 2008 00:19
Most important lesson of the week:
Do NOT binge on sleep if you have lab on the next day, even if you can't finish reading your lab manual.
Because, chances are if you get enough sleep, you can still act pro and follow what others do without embarrassing yourself. Which is definitely never gonna be the case when you only sleep for 4-and-a-half hours.
Thanks to bridge, I had to mow myself out of bed this morning. Four-and-a-half hours of sleep was definitely not enough to prevent myself from acting stupidly in the lab.
When we were told to begin with our experiment, it took me a moment to get myself out of the daze that began since don't-know-when. Then, I proceeded to collect my chemicals WITHOUT MY SAFETY GOGGLES, never realizing my stupidity until the teaching assistant tapped my shoulder and said,
"You are supposed to put on the glasses."Then, I proceeded to collect the same KMnO4 using the same test tube WITHOUT WASHING IT. Because the experiment had something to do with the speed of reaction, that little bits of solution that remained in my test tube will affect my end result for sure. So Jaime was so kind and came up to me to tell me I've gotta wash that test tube I was holding. But guess what I replied?
"Har don't need wad. It's the same solution ma."
Somebody just tell me how stupid I was. No wonder my readings were so much more off compared to the rest initially.
I am so NOT gonna binge on sleep before lab days. I'm already looking ultra ugly on lab days - glasses and jeans AND covered shoes AND have my hair tied - it doesn't help rescue my reputation by that inherent stupidity of mine which gets unleashed everytime sleep is compromised.
With that, I'm so gonna sleep early tonight (:
Monday, September 15, 2008 19:50
When I woke up this morning from a 6-hour sleep, never did it cross my mind that it was going to be such a fateful day for me.
After taking my refreshing bath and putting on my favourite pair of earring, I was almost convinced that today is gonna be a good day. But everything started going wrong the moment I stepped into the bus terminal.
I was shifting my weight between my legs and turning by body, when the grip on my fingers suddenly felt loose. Before I could even do anything, papers slipped, away and out of my transparent holder. And down they went, down, down with gravity, and alas, found themselves floating comfortably on top of a BIG muddy puddle - a dirty evidence of the downpour last night (or this morning, rather).
I could not believe my eyes. What fell out were pieces of foolscap bearing fruits of my hardwork and my evidence of effort spent on completing tutorials. Difficult ones they were, nerve-wrecking all the same. And after a whole long night of battle, they ended up in a big muddy puddle.
WELL DONE!
So, curses after curses I let out under my breath with every single piece of paper I picked up. I must have broken my personal record of hissing the most number of 'shit's in one morning - within 1 minute, to be exact. When I arranged them together, disgusting water was still dripping out of that freaking mass of drowned matter.
When I thought that was the end of a horrible day, it was just the beginning. Embarrassing stuffs such as not being able to press the bell to stop the bus, which later I found out that I was pressing the wrong buttons, nearly walked right into the glass doors in front of the library and dropping my matric card in front of so many people, and leaving my cashcard in the photocopying machine and conveniently forgot everything about it, all happened shortly after my adventure with the puddle.
I say, Murphy must have loved me so much that he specially imposed his much condemned 'Murphy's Law' on me.
Because, everything that could go wrong, went wrong.
So much for radiating positive aura by feeling good when I woke up early this morning.
Friday, September 12, 2008 00:13
It's 0024hr the time I started this post. This is how nocturnal NUS (or rather, uni) made me.
"What time do you usually sleep now ah?" A question an old friend casually whipped up.
"Twelve-thirty? One?"
"Oh woah! That's early!" He exclaimed.
"Uh, yeah. That's the EARLIEST of the averages." I replied WITH GUILT.
When I said uni has made me busy with seemingly no valid reason, surprisingly a few others were in total agreement with me. I seriously do not know WHY I am so busy, and I do not know WHAT's there to work on to sacrifice my sleep for, but I just always have something to do that pushed my knock-out time closer and closer to sun-rise.
Of course, my biological clock ain't that screwed that I sleep at 5am (like Christin OMG). But I do pay a price for turning in late.
That is, waking up barely half an hour before first lecture and rushing into the LT looking like an African refugee. Or worse, missing the first one hour of MA1421 lecture, and strutting into the LT, looking like some self-proclaimed VIP (yes I'm referring to Paris Hilton. Sorry Yongyi, I just had to mention her name).
Still, I'm here at this late hour. I have stacks of lecture notes demanding my attention, also tutorials that scream "Hurry up finish me!" had they been given a voice, and also an essay topic to research on. I have touched none - let alone complete - yet I'm still here.
Yes. NUS has made me a nocturnal owl. I believe I'm really gonna look like one in near future, if this vicious cycle goes on. With special emphasis on the BIG DARK RING around both eyes.
Hmm. Now I think an owl is a closer description than a panda.
Sunday, September 07, 2008 17:10
Maybe the worst wish to ever make, is to wish you get to grow up sooner.
Because there are just so many things constantly moving in and out of your mind when you are old enough to think about them. I do not know about your brain, but mine is definitely overheating.
Not literally experiencing a rise in temperature, of course. I believe my immune system still works well, despite sleeping way past "the best hours for sleep".
Cut me some slack. It is overwhelming. And teeney weeney little memory snippets coupled with 'why' questions do less than little to help, if they help at all. For the one whole month since I set foot on NUS, it's been more than a relief that the campus is big enough to reduce some probabilities to negligibility.
But a campus is still a campus. It is still vicinity with boundaries defined. Such probabilities, however minute, however small, is still not yet negligible, for they are still PRESENT. Every single trip made there, has been a risk I took. Luck has been with me so far. But not always.
So then it happened. Of course not with the subject himself, but an imposter somewhat. And then was the time, when butterflies found their way right into my stomach.
So I kept my mind busy. I kept myself busy. For continuous long hours again I was fondling with MS Word in hope of producing the most professional-looking report. When all was done, I could not help feeling triumphant. None of the butterflies bothered me at all.
That's set then. Seems like my Project 'Selective Memory Splicing' is still long way to completion.
To grow up sooner is really the worst wish ever to be made.
Most unfortunately, that was the first wish I ever made.
