My eyes are at the brink of closing. At this point, I would've looked like an insult to the Chinese race.
I'm starting to adapt to a habit of sleeping during the wee hours of the night, and waking up normally in the morning. By the sound of that, you should've guessed how many hours I've slept for the past few days. Personally, I have no idea why this is happening, nor can I help to abolish this peculiar habit. It all started when I made a fantastic idea: to watch a few more episodes of Desperate Housewives (by now, you should've guessed how weird I am) till I'm sleepy enough to doze off in a jiffy. Then, the day came when I returned from a birthday party at 3 in the morning, a friend in Malaysia on MSN decided to obstruct my sleep by sending me a song by S.H.E., and my sister spotted me and allowed my mother to converse with me. I could only sleep (in peace) at 4 then.
Today, having only 7 hours of sleep (which, clearly, isn't enough at this point in time), I woke up with an appointment in thought (to-go,-or-not-to-go situation), and awakened by a phone call as a reminder at 10. The half-asleep me then inclined myself on bed, started on my every-morning routine. Next thing I know, I spilled water all over my K750i (Boo hoo). It is an early 'blessing' for me to have such a fate on such a day like this. Instead of 'being able' to go for my appointment, I decided to stay in my room and make calls for my god-forsaken phone, which by now, has already reached Heaven, for that matter. So, I have to resort to old-fashioned communication methods now, excluding my "thank-god-it-hadn't-broken-down" advanced technology: the computer and the internet.
My dear friend has passed the baton to me, and I have no reason to catch it, but I have no intention to break the race either:
My earliest memory...
is when I woke up to a "Forever Love" ringtone in my already-dead K750i.
At school I...
wished my life would've been so much 'luckier'.
My first relationship...
was with my K750i.
I wish I had never worn...
my clothes before that incident happened.
My mother and father always tell me...
to be more careful with my belongings.
I wish I had...
placed my phone somewhere further from my cup and my thermos.
I wish I hadn't...
drank water in the morning in the first place.
At home I cook...
to forget about the losses I've incurred.
When I was a child, I wanted to...
change my life completely as I wasn't responsible enough.
The book that changed my life is...
"K750i Instructions guide and Manual"
If only I would...
turn back time to save my K750i.
Friends say that I am...
selfish to not go for the booked football court at 10am on 31st March, Friday.
What I don't find amusing is...
I lost my priced belonging. (At least not my other (even more) priced ones)
I often wonder...
why I'm writing this crap in the first place.
I'm passing the baton to...
oh, what the heck, whoever who wanna fully utilise your time with useless questionairre. Be my guest! (Just copy the questions onto your post, and crap on!)
PS: I was on hold while wanting to enquire on the phone, resulting in a problem left hanging. Thus the sarcasm. =)
Friday, March 31, 2006
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Picturesque
I looked back at the pictures I took on my mobile when we were at Leicester (number count: 2).
Have you ever wondered what is in a picture? I just watched an episode from Desperate Housewives, and Mary-Alice Young did talk about the many wonders a picture does, and how pictures can capture memories. What if pictures could tell us about the present, and the future?
Walk through an art gallery. Take a deep breath before you look at a contemporary work. Or even a famous piece of art. Look at the paints. How the colours fly from one end to the other. How the brush curved it's way to form a shape. Now, take a step backward, and look at it once more. Close your eyes, and imagine. The colours, now, literally flying, takes you on a ride you will never forget. Figures move, and fires dance. Open your eyes when you think you've finally had the best experience of your life. If you think you can't have that, don't judge on the artist, reflect on yourself. It's not the artist's fault you can't understand his language.
Portraits are even better. They can even tell you how their personality and character was when they were alive, or even, how they even are now. Repeat the process as par above, if desired.
Where were we? Oh yes, the pictures, taken by the machine which was first invented by George Eastmann in the 19th century. How much the simplest of inventions have developed and changed! Truck loads of new brands and new models of cameras, both professional types and the usual types (now separated to 2 more branches: manual and digital). How ever the camera progresses, it just boils down to one universal purpose: to take pictures for memory sake. You see tourists taking pictures of monuments and old cracked-up buildings. You see families taking pictures of themselves to remind them of the answer to "What is FAMILY?". You see someone alone holding a camera taking shots all around him/her (awfully eerie and uncanny), although it was just only for art's sake.
Pictures can tell us a lot of things. All five WH- questions can be answered. Simply miraculous little coloured piece of paper. *Laughs with a single drop of tear*
Oh, back to that picture I saw. It was 2 of my other friends and me posing for the camera. What I saw was a bloated man who is full of knowledge and experience, an old lady who has 3 children and 9 grandchildren, and a "china-apek" in his late 50's. =)
Have you ever wondered what is in a picture? I just watched an episode from Desperate Housewives, and Mary-Alice Young did talk about the many wonders a picture does, and how pictures can capture memories. What if pictures could tell us about the present, and the future?
Walk through an art gallery. Take a deep breath before you look at a contemporary work. Or even a famous piece of art. Look at the paints. How the colours fly from one end to the other. How the brush curved it's way to form a shape. Now, take a step backward, and look at it once more. Close your eyes, and imagine. The colours, now, literally flying, takes you on a ride you will never forget. Figures move, and fires dance. Open your eyes when you think you've finally had the best experience of your life. If you think you can't have that, don't judge on the artist, reflect on yourself. It's not the artist's fault you can't understand his language.
Portraits are even better. They can even tell you how their personality and character was when they were alive, or even, how they even are now. Repeat the process as par above, if desired.
Where were we? Oh yes, the pictures, taken by the machine which was first invented by George Eastmann in the 19th century. How much the simplest of inventions have developed and changed! Truck loads of new brands and new models of cameras, both professional types and the usual types (now separated to 2 more branches: manual and digital). How ever the camera progresses, it just boils down to one universal purpose: to take pictures for memory sake. You see tourists taking pictures of monuments and old cracked-up buildings. You see families taking pictures of themselves to remind them of the answer to "What is FAMILY?". You see someone alone holding a camera taking shots all around him/her (awfully eerie and uncanny), although it was just only for art's sake.
Pictures can tell us a lot of things. All five WH- questions can be answered. Simply miraculous little coloured piece of paper. *Laughs with a single drop of tear*
Oh, back to that picture I saw. It was 2 of my other friends and me posing for the camera. What I saw was a bloated man who is full of knowledge and experience, an old lady who has 3 children and 9 grandchildren, and a "china-apek" in his late 50's. =)
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Stop, and smell the flowers...
Lately, the toilet-cum-shower has been an inspiration giver to me.
While spending my 10 minutes on the toilet seat, I couldn't help myself thinking of the many ways of relaxing. I pictured, like in the movies, a girl, running through the open fields, filled with newly blossomed flowers. The moment she landed her first steps on that field, the pollen, the butterflies, the bees - flew away in search of another peaceful spot to land on. She runs, with the grand music on the orchestra at fortissimo (I'm thinking of a suitable music for this, but I can't remember the exact title, so I'm settling on the Love Music by Rachmaninov in his Variations on a theme of Paganini, Variation 18, the climax). Wouldn't that be lovely? Like the title suggests, she would stop her frolicking over the fields and bend over to admire the beauty of daffodils in bloom and smell the lovely fragrant of flowers the embedded her.
Then I entered the shower. The instant I came out of it, without anything on my bare skin, I looked into the mirror on my right. There I saw a boy, waiting to grow up to be a man, someone who will be successful one day, or someone who is noticed, someone who stands out. And of course, I saw a boy who is drenched in almost-hot water, steam pouring out of the cubicle, looking pretty good with hair pulled back and some strands falling over his eyes. I wiped off most of the droplets on my face before attending to the rest of my body. I looked into the mirror again and said to myself that I looked good. Once in a while, a slight compliment for oneself isn't going to harm your self-esteem, and in fact, it brings some enlightment of some sort to brighten up your mood and feel good about yourself. So yes, I did take some Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie on the way back to my room, and chowed down the rest of the tub while watching Bruce Almighty on my little ol' laptop.
I managed to continue with my studying right after that, and completed almost half of the printed notes. 5 eighths more to go! I'm starting to dread studying linear algebra. I'm so sick of it. Not to forget to mention the last few days of procrastination by travelling to Leicester to visit one of our British-born friends, and wasting my life alone in my room watching Desperate Housewives and some movies in a marathon, when all this while I should've finished studying that horrible suject. Gosh.
I've been waking up with incredibly weird dreams. Sometimes, it even leaves a smile on my face. For God knows what reason, they have been really disturbing.
Oh, and my NUS card is still missing. God help.
PS: Isn't this impressive?
While spending my 10 minutes on the toilet seat, I couldn't help myself thinking of the many ways of relaxing. I pictured, like in the movies, a girl, running through the open fields, filled with newly blossomed flowers. The moment she landed her first steps on that field, the pollen, the butterflies, the bees - flew away in search of another peaceful spot to land on. She runs, with the grand music on the orchestra at fortissimo (I'm thinking of a suitable music for this, but I can't remember the exact title, so I'm settling on the Love Music by Rachmaninov in his Variations on a theme of Paganini, Variation 18, the climax). Wouldn't that be lovely? Like the title suggests, she would stop her frolicking over the fields and bend over to admire the beauty of daffodils in bloom and smell the lovely fragrant of flowers the embedded her.
Then I entered the shower. The instant I came out of it, without anything on my bare skin, I looked into the mirror on my right. There I saw a boy, waiting to grow up to be a man, someone who will be successful one day, or someone who is noticed, someone who stands out. And of course, I saw a boy who is drenched in almost-hot water, steam pouring out of the cubicle, looking pretty good with hair pulled back and some strands falling over his eyes. I wiped off most of the droplets on my face before attending to the rest of my body. I looked into the mirror again and said to myself that I looked good. Once in a while, a slight compliment for oneself isn't going to harm your self-esteem, and in fact, it brings some enlightment of some sort to brighten up your mood and feel good about yourself. So yes, I did take some Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie on the way back to my room, and chowed down the rest of the tub while watching Bruce Almighty on my little ol' laptop.
I managed to continue with my studying right after that, and completed almost half of the printed notes. 5 eighths more to go! I'm starting to dread studying linear algebra. I'm so sick of it. Not to forget to mention the last few days of procrastination by travelling to Leicester to visit one of our British-born friends, and wasting my life alone in my room watching Desperate Housewives and some movies in a marathon, when all this while I should've finished studying that horrible suject. Gosh.
I've been waking up with incredibly weird dreams. Sometimes, it even leaves a smile on my face. For God knows what reason, they have been really disturbing.
Oh, and my NUS card is still missing. God help.
PS: Isn't this impressive?
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
New home, new beginning
Finally moved in to my new room in Tocil yesterday, and am finding it not bad to live on my own.
Everything was in quite a mess when I wanted to arrange for a transfer from Benefactors to Tocil. The process was long and if I were to tell you guys about what happened, it would have been quite confusing. But so long as you know that I stayed over my friend's room during the first week of my holidays, that'll be enough. That reminds me. After I got my room keys, the employees at the Rootes Reception lost my NUS card! WTF?!
Till now I haven't sorted out the case of my lost card, but I've been pleased with myself and my new room. I had quite a good night's sleep, not to forget a nice dream too (not telling.. =P). This morning, though, I had to wake up for a session of indoor soccer. So, yeah, I had trouble trying to get up. But the playing was fun. It was a friendly match, and I scored a goal (yay!), but merely because the goalkeeper was hopeless (KIDDING!). Haha..
I've been wanting to get my dirty laundry washed as soon as possible. I've already got 4 (almost 5!) plastic bags full of clothes (yes, I don't use laundry baskets), and I don't already have many clothes to wear!
Now, I've met 2 of my flatmates: one a Canadian, and one a Japanese. Both are really friendly. I just found out that he has a lot of things in common with me, which is a miracle. And you know what? He just lives next to me! That's amazing.
Getting pretty tired of typing now... I guess I'll fill you guys in with more of my current news. CYA!
Everything was in quite a mess when I wanted to arrange for a transfer from Benefactors to Tocil. The process was long and if I were to tell you guys about what happened, it would have been quite confusing. But so long as you know that I stayed over my friend's room during the first week of my holidays, that'll be enough. That reminds me. After I got my room keys, the employees at the Rootes Reception lost my NUS card! WTF?!
Till now I haven't sorted out the case of my lost card, but I've been pleased with myself and my new room. I had quite a good night's sleep, not to forget a nice dream too (not telling.. =P). This morning, though, I had to wake up for a session of indoor soccer. So, yeah, I had trouble trying to get up. But the playing was fun. It was a friendly match, and I scored a goal (yay!), but merely because the goalkeeper was hopeless (KIDDING!). Haha..
I've been wanting to get my dirty laundry washed as soon as possible. I've already got 4 (almost 5!) plastic bags full of clothes (yes, I don't use laundry baskets), and I don't already have many clothes to wear!
Now, I've met 2 of my flatmates: one a Canadian, and one a Japanese. Both are really friendly. I just found out that he has a lot of things in common with me, which is a miracle. And you know what? He just lives next to me! That's amazing.
Getting pretty tired of typing now... I guess I'll fill you guys in with more of my current news. CYA!
Monday, March 20, 2006
Life is indeed boring.
It's the first Sunday of the first week of the Easter holidays, and I'm already starting to think I'm really wasting away my holidays. How pathetic can my life get? Yesterday, we had the 4th potluck of the week, the biggest one of all the rest for the week, because this time, my friend's friend came over to Warwick to visit, and 2 more other friends were invited to come over. Altogether, there were 10 of us. There were so much to eat. Well, the food was good, no doubt, but then, what I don't like about myself is that I'm never good at crowds. I never say anything, and even if I say something, I have the fear of people uninterested in what I say. If not, I also have the fear of people looking at me while I talk. Funny little me. Oh well. I was quite quiet the whole night, and I didn't feel so well at the end of it. Somehow my blood was boiling, and I felt like killing someone for some reason. I don't know what was wrong with me. Maybe it's the long stay over my friend's room and not having the time for myself for a really long time, or maybe I was quite left out of the conversation during the after-dinner chats, or maybe simply because I was just feeling really heaty after eating some stuff during the dinner and not drinking enough water AND my lips so dry that they hurt. My lips looked like 2 red-hot, burning sausages when I saw myself in the mirror! Damn. So how did I cool myself down? Had a LONG warm shower in a very space-limited cubicle at about 1.30 in the morning, without washing my hair, which I longed for so much to cool myself down. Yes, so it was not much help, but I felt much better. I woke up when my friend had to leave soon for some volunteer work for Warwick Games held by the Msian soc (which now, I have not much say in anything, and I care less about), leaving myself alone in HIS room, and not being able to do whatever I want, still. Oh, how I long to sleep on a bed now. Sighs. Well, I had some time to chat with my friends on MSN this afternoon on my own laptop, and watched a movie that I downloaded off DC++ (very good p2p programme that we can ONLY use in the university), that is, a Stephen Chow movie that I haven't watched before. It wasn't as funny as I thought it would be, but it was alright. It was a turn off listening to the mandarin version than listening to them speak in their original cantonese voices. Got quite irritated by that. No one here had the cantonese version of the movies!!! Gosh. So now I keep on telling myself,"One more night to go, just one more..." Hope that works, and finally will work properly this time. If you don't know why I have this thing for not liking to stay over someone's place for a long time, I used to have one of my best friends come over to my house when we were classmates and he stayed over my house for the weekend. You know what? We end up fighting over small stuff and not talk on the last day. When we return to class the next day, the grudge that we had would have gone. Maybe that's why I can't stand living with someone too long. If that's the case, then how did I put up with my room mate in Benefactors for 20 weeks in total? Haha. That's another contradiction. This past 2nd term, we hadn't talked to each other for about 9 weeks out of the 10 weeks we had to be with each other. Maybe that's why I had a way of putting up with that... GUY.. Argh. How I wish I was in Malaysia, back in KL again. Seeing my family, my friends, and my teachers; that's life. Miss them so much now. Speaking of which, my family just celebrated my nephew's 1st birthday, which I'm gonna be missing for the next 2 years too. WHY!?!?!?! That's life! PS: So is being turned down by a few firms for internships, not being asked to be a volunteer for Warwick Games and not being sociable enough in order to be active in my uni life -- is life?? Oh well. Such is MY life. |
Sunday, March 12, 2006
It's movin' time!
| Finally I was unleashed from a dreadful and torturous chamber where I've cried "Help!" for 20 weeks, which is almost 5 months. That's crazy. Damn, last night, we had pot luck, but we didn't have the company of my good friend from my course. I was quite disappointed when she said she had to go for a social for her society. Sighs. That's why I kind of over-reacted when she told me that over MSN. Oh well. Back to the story, I was out at my friend's flat, and I chose to stay until the whole group of friends were totally dispersed till the original occupiers were left. And guess what time that was?: 1.30am. I went back, I still had a lot to pack, so I decided to just stuff everything NEATLY in all my luggages and some that I borrowed from my friends. I didn't finish packing though. I was too tired to continue, and I needed another luggage to fit the rest of my stuff. I went to bed at about 2.30am. Guess what? We had to move out the next day by 10am. That's crazy. I had to sleep for about the most 5 hours so that I could finish packing, and start moving them to my friend's place, where I'll be (most probably) staying over for a few days before I get my own room in Tocil (yes folks, I'm seriously moving). Thank god I've got 'real' friends who even bothered to help me out with my moving. I was so touched. Thanks, you guys. You know who you are! =) So now, it's just 8.18pm, and I'm stoned. I even have the urge to sleep a few hours ago! Maybe it's because I woke up too early today, or maybe because I was also helping out some of my other friends move. So I'm kind of tired today. I might really consider sleeping soon.. Hehe... After the moving frenzy was over, 3 other friends and I were walking around the campus trying to look at other accommodations. I came out with just a Giordano ME tee, and an overall (what I would usually call a jacket). The wind was blowing really hard today, and we were freezing like crazy. Now, I'm in my friend's room, I'm still cold. Oh well... That's life in UK. Hehe... (At this time, I start to drift off into sleep with my eyes opened). Haha.. I think I had better go now. Find ways to entertain myself, or just go to sleep. Nitey nite! |
Friday, March 10, 2006
Rainy day (courtesy of avex trax, ayumi hamasaki)
In a blogging mood now, all of a sudden, at 11.30pm, on a Thursday night, closing to a Friday, the start of the end of Term 2. Haha...
Hmm... How should I start? Well, I was in the shower this afternoon (woke up in the morning, but since I didn't have any classes till 4pm, I decided to shower before class). Have you wondered why people, when they're mad at someone, or just simply depressed or unhappy about something, when they shower and think back on the things that happened, it just gives you a even more depressing mood, and makes them even want to cry even more? What's the point of showering then?! Oh, I'm just kidding. What I wanted to really say is that the feeling of water falling on your head just makes you feel... hmm... sometimes relaxed, sometimes depressing, sometimes frustrating. Isn't water amazing? I'm kidding again. I love that feeling. Even though I'm not happy about something, after a session of hot water flowing down your body, you feel so much refreshed. I come out of the shower a new man. Haha... Kidding again. Don't you just hate it when I always say that? Frankly, I hate it when I think about something else when I write. You know, like when you're typing, it takes time for your fingers to write. And while typing, your brain takes you away, either bringing you to another conclusion, or just contradicting whatever you've just said. Yep, that's me. Don't you feel like I'm such a loser? You bet.
Well, for starters, we shouldn't be talking about these sorta rubbish. Back to the shower thingy. That reminded me of something we were talking about while we were having pot luck together. We were chatting about showering (don't ask me why that even happened), and one of my friends said they wanted to invent some kind of technology that doesn't require us to shower at all. Something to do with either robots cleaning you up, or not using water to shower. I can't remember. Either way, I think it's stupid. For heaven's sake, humans are natural, and we should resort to natural ways to upbring ourselves, not rely on machinery or technology to help us. Well, there are some instances that, without machinery, our lives would be miserable. For instance, I should thank God for the existence of microwaves. That really helped me a lot during the past few years, and reasonably more during my time in UK. Or what about computers? Damn are they good. Think about it. If we were without them, how would the world evolved so quickly? The things we do with computers: communication, processing, entertainment. How can we not like computers?
Speaking of water, it reminds me of one poem I wrote LONG ago. That was like a century ago. My close school friends knows about it. And to add on to the expression "LONG", it also implies the length of the poem. A 3-pager. I consider it a work of art. A really good way of expressing my inner anger and irritation I've contained in school. Just like when an artist spills paint on canvas. But they still call it art. If you know how art is interpretted, that'll help. Oh, back to my poem. I mentioned it cuz I had one stanza about how someone would stand under the rain and feel every single drop of it, arms held out straight, and eyes closed. Just like the feeling of showering, but the only difference is, you're wearing something.
That was lame, I know. =P Anyway, starting to get tired. Hope you enjoyed my ranting. Ciao!
Hmm... How should I start? Well, I was in the shower this afternoon (woke up in the morning, but since I didn't have any classes till 4pm, I decided to shower before class). Have you wondered why people, when they're mad at someone, or just simply depressed or unhappy about something, when they shower and think back on the things that happened, it just gives you a even more depressing mood, and makes them even want to cry even more? What's the point of showering then?! Oh, I'm just kidding. What I wanted to really say is that the feeling of water falling on your head just makes you feel... hmm... sometimes relaxed, sometimes depressing, sometimes frustrating. Isn't water amazing? I'm kidding again. I love that feeling. Even though I'm not happy about something, after a session of hot water flowing down your body, you feel so much refreshed. I come out of the shower a new man. Haha... Kidding again. Don't you just hate it when I always say that? Frankly, I hate it when I think about something else when I write. You know, like when you're typing, it takes time for your fingers to write. And while typing, your brain takes you away, either bringing you to another conclusion, or just contradicting whatever you've just said. Yep, that's me. Don't you feel like I'm such a loser? You bet.
Well, for starters, we shouldn't be talking about these sorta rubbish. Back to the shower thingy. That reminded me of something we were talking about while we were having pot luck together. We were chatting about showering (don't ask me why that even happened), and one of my friends said they wanted to invent some kind of technology that doesn't require us to shower at all. Something to do with either robots cleaning you up, or not using water to shower. I can't remember. Either way, I think it's stupid. For heaven's sake, humans are natural, and we should resort to natural ways to upbring ourselves, not rely on machinery or technology to help us. Well, there are some instances that, without machinery, our lives would be miserable. For instance, I should thank God for the existence of microwaves. That really helped me a lot during the past few years, and reasonably more during my time in UK. Or what about computers? Damn are they good. Think about it. If we were without them, how would the world evolved so quickly? The things we do with computers: communication, processing, entertainment. How can we not like computers?
Speaking of water, it reminds me of one poem I wrote LONG ago. That was like a century ago. My close school friends knows about it. And to add on to the expression "LONG", it also implies the length of the poem. A 3-pager. I consider it a work of art. A really good way of expressing my inner anger and irritation I've contained in school. Just like when an artist spills paint on canvas. But they still call it art. If you know how art is interpretted, that'll help. Oh, back to my poem. I mentioned it cuz I had one stanza about how someone would stand under the rain and feel every single drop of it, arms held out straight, and eyes closed. Just like the feeling of showering, but the only difference is, you're wearing something.
That was lame, I know. =P Anyway, starting to get tired. Hope you enjoyed my ranting. Ciao!
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Analyse this...
This week is the last week of term 2 (woo hoo!), but I don't get to go back to KL (boo hoo...). Too bad, the weeks I'll have to stay here will be used for full-time, intensive, damn boring and tiring studyin'. Oh my...
Went to Leamington Spa to look for a part-time job on Saturday. I woke up from a long night of pot-luck. You know, it's a Saturday morning for crying out loud! I wanna go back to sleep! But I had to wake up at about 9am just to write myself a CV. Too bad stationery shops were closed on that day. I only had ONE CV to work with! God damn. In the end, I only could apply for one place, chosen from all the places James picked and left his CV. Luckily, one more shop gave us application forms instead of asking for our CV.
Today was the last day for Analysis 2 lectures. He was really relaxed and confident that he was gonna finish off the syllabus by today. And guess what. He really did. I was so surprised when all of the students clapped to his ending. I was overwhelmed. I mean, it's the first lecture I've been that is the last lecture. And the moment I heard claps, I had to urge to give him a clap too. He was a great lecturer through this past term. He taught us well, and he really did his job.
Back to the claps. It felt funny too. I mean, you have been to some kind of talk, or maybe a seminar, right? You clap at the speaker for his/her efforts for presentation. Think about it. We're clapping at him because of his great presentation. But it was a (about) 20-hour 'presentation', and we had to go through this 'presentation' for 10 weeks. It's like going for talks every week. You get what I'm trying to say here?
Been really tired from thinking about whether or not I should move to some other hall just for the holidays or for the time till the end of the 1st year. I have to make the decision by this week anyway. Oh well... Big decision's coming!
Went to Leamington Spa to look for a part-time job on Saturday. I woke up from a long night of pot-luck. You know, it's a Saturday morning for crying out loud! I wanna go back to sleep! But I had to wake up at about 9am just to write myself a CV. Too bad stationery shops were closed on that day. I only had ONE CV to work with! God damn. In the end, I only could apply for one place, chosen from all the places James picked and left his CV. Luckily, one more shop gave us application forms instead of asking for our CV.
Today was the last day for Analysis 2 lectures. He was really relaxed and confident that he was gonna finish off the syllabus by today. And guess what. He really did. I was so surprised when all of the students clapped to his ending. I was overwhelmed. I mean, it's the first lecture I've been that is the last lecture. And the moment I heard claps, I had to urge to give him a clap too. He was a great lecturer through this past term. He taught us well, and he really did his job.
Back to the claps. It felt funny too. I mean, you have been to some kind of talk, or maybe a seminar, right? You clap at the speaker for his/her efforts for presentation. Think about it. We're clapping at him because of his great presentation. But it was a (about) 20-hour 'presentation', and we had to go through this 'presentation' for 10 weeks. It's like going for talks every week. You get what I'm trying to say here?
Been really tired from thinking about whether or not I should move to some other hall just for the holidays or for the time till the end of the 1st year. I have to make the decision by this week anyway. Oh well... Big decision's coming!
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