Time for plagiarism

It's nice to see other blogs have so many pictures. I think I should start "adopting" this idea. (muahahaha....)

Haven't been studying much though, and I've got a test coming up. Procrastinating so badly these few days, though finished two thirds of my notes.


So who said being stressed is bad?

Got wasted

I sat, wiping my sweat off my forehead, restless and panicked. My pen was on the verge of breaking due to the force applied on it, which in turn was due to my deranged mind on the test.

Time was approaching to zero, and I still haven't got my eigenvectors figured out. Thank god my friend, who was sitting next to me just in case she needed to check some of her answers with mine, was on that particular page of her answers when I moved my eyeballs towards her answer sheet. I rushed over the answers, and at the moment the lecturer voiced out those most irritable words with her pleasant voice, I was about 20 numbers away before I could finish off my answers.

Nevertheless, I handed up the paper about 20 seconds before the lecturer was around us to collect out papers. I was quite sure she never suspected me of any fraud.

ANYWAY, let's just keep this as our secret *wink*.

The minute I got back, I took out the pizza I had for a week (it's frozen pizza) and placed it in the oven as soon as I got settled down. I was so hungry that I could eat a horse. That's why I ate an apple before waiting for the pizza to cook. While waiting, 2 guys (who both coincidentally were my good friends) threw a football at my window just to ask me to play soccer as the weather was wonderful and perfect. I was forced to reject their proposal. So I carried on watching my recent obsession: Futurama. As a matter of fact, I'm already on the 5th season (started on the 2nd season this beginning of the month, watched 1st long time ago, also during the beginning of 2nd term). Then, I had the temptation to play games which I just finished installing, which are "Heroes of Might and Magic IV" and "Civilization IV" (oh my, I didn't even know both are the 4th installments!), with my eyes trying so hard to close almost every half an hour. This lasted till 9pm.

So what if I didn't study today? I had my share of studying this morning, and I'm dead tired from the 3-hour-straight lectures and tutorials, not to forget that stupid test. I deserve to have sometime to relax. Speaking of which, I'm going to Tesco to release my stress... of playing games.

Another term, another boring lecture

Oh well, classes started just today. Everything was alright. It was nice to see a lot of my other coursemates (those who I talk to and those who I don't talk to). And it was surprising to see the lecture hall full of students for IQE (Introduction to Quantatitive Economics), led by the infamous Italian lecturer.

Again, the lecturer was so ful of crap, I could only understand parts of his sentences, and understood just the jest of the lecture. Isn't that crap? But it was funny to feel that I finally was paying a lot of attention to his lecture today, and understood the most (of all the lectures I've attended).

Finally I got my haircut. It was all worthwhile. During the lecture, I had to look up to the projection screen, but to have my hair block (most of) my eyes. From then onwards, I decided to get it, no matter what, and it HAS to be today. (Yes, after so many days of constant nagging that's coming from my friends, which is not something you see everyday, I made up my mind). I entered the salon, and found out I had to make an appointment at a time 2 hours from that moment. Since my initial plan was to go practise a bit of my current piano task (Brahms' Piano Quartet Op.60), I decided to stay there till The Time has come. While practising, I started to get bored with the only book that I brought with me (and also some pieces that I played unsuccessfully from memory), so I went back to my room just to bring along the song that I played during the Chinese Concert that was held last year (I think I wrote something about it). I didn't have it originally, but since I came back yesterday from visiting one of the piano teachers in my music school in Birmingham and got my stuff from her, only then I got my score. (I wanted it because I forgot almost all the notes!).

Back to main story: I finished practising, and got my haircut. (Btw, I had the haircut by a Szechuan lady. Not a bad hairdresser too!). I came back home and checked the past year exams. While "proof"-reading one of the exam paper, I saw one of the questions that had to do with today's topic. I was wishing that that topic would come out this year too (so that I can answer it and pass with flying colours =P). Yeah, it was that easy to understand.

Oh, stop boasting. I had better go back to studying now. Or sleep. I'll need it tonight. ;)

Going nuts

My fastest growing blog is slowing down it's pace. Stupid intranet isn't working yesterday. My revision is going on full speed. Well, not really, but still going great.

I'm doing Analysis now. It's not as bad as I thought (of course, I've used almost one week to study it, including 1st term's work, how can I not understand my stuff?). But I can't judge too soon. I haven't done any written revision yet, so it's hard to say whether I really understand my stuff, or i don't.

Been really bored of studying and staying in my room. Considering the current situation of the intranet, it's useless to download stuff to watch these few days. I haven't got anything to watch! The only thing I could do is to listen to my music over and over again. That's the ONLY form of entertainment that is available in my room! Unless there's some social meet-ups with my close friends here. That'll be the next thing I could do.

Today's my god-sis' birthday. I wished her last night by sending her a text from my Malaysian number. I bet she'd be happy with my birthday wish.

One of my music centre's teachers came over to England since a few days ago, and I'm very sure now that I'm able to meet up with her this coming Tuesday. I'm so desperate to see someone from Malaysia, since homesickness (a disease that comes on and off, now and then, but something that haven't been bothering me since the beginning of term till now) has overwhelmed me after a period of time thinking about when I should go back, and that made me start imagining how it would be to fly back to KL (one instance is that I dreamt how I would be placing my passport in the censor thingy in the airport back in KLIA).

To get rid of that thought, I have to follow a few steps:
1. Think about exams.
2. Think about exams.
3. After exams, then only can you go back. So think about exams.

Theorem: Procrastination will lead to determination

Desperate as ever, I took out my post-its (which I've never touched before for the past 5 months or so), and wrote out all my goals that I need to accomplish before the exams.

Then I took out my (favourite, and by this, I mean, something I don't want to use cuz it's really really nice) note book, and drew out the Summer Term calendar so that I could plan out my studying routine. Just hope I can (and obviously, will) study accordingly.


This time, I added some pictures to spice things up. Got the idea from you, PK. Thanks!

Good (good) Friday

When it's finally time that I should carry on with Analysis II, Friday's here. (Talk about TGI Friday's!)

When I finally sat down at my table, I held my hand-written notes up high and started reading them. Just because my computer was playing my favourite songs, I got kind of distracted, and decided I should leave my room and study elsewhere. Thinking about the venue, the thought struck me that today is a Friday. Not just an ordinary Friday, it's Good Friday. Every place in the campus is closed just because of this religious holiday, and here I am, stranded in my room, still listening to my favourite songs, and passing glances over to my notes right next to me while writing this useless crap.

My friend told me it's her off day today. I guess I have nothing else to do about my studies now. So it's reasonable to tell myself it's my off day too. Unless I motivate myself later on to carry on studying (at least half of my study load for today).

Not until I finish singing 心愿.

Friends are a lifetime, but family is forever

Just finished watching Life made Simple (aka 阿旺新传). It gave me such a great aspiration, so i am inspired to write something at 1.44am in the morning.

Stupid files. One of them were faulty, and that made me miss 2 episodes, which is a lot to miss. (Note to self: Episodes 25/26).

Nearing the end, I could see how important family is. When I saw brotherly love, I could feel brotherly love. When I saw forgiveness, anxiety and joy, I felt it too. If only...

Now, I'm kind of tired after watching so many episodes in a row, but I'm quite confused with a few 'certain' feelings. I guess, after a good night's sleep, it won't be that bad. All I can say is, I miss my family a lot now. Sighs... Well, it's already Friday 14th, aka Good Friday. The (so-called) religious ceremony of the Last Supper has just passed. Haha, why am I talking about these festivals when I'm supposed to be saying I have a few more weeks to go till I get to go back home? Oh dear me... So I count. 8 more weeks to go (and a few more days). That makes, hmm, 2 months? Well, that is a way of looking at it optimistically. What about days? That'll make 56 days (not to scale). Hey! Somehow that's much better. 56 days = less than 2 months = 1 month + 26 days (assuming 1 month = 30 days). Not bad for someone who's having quite some trouble in Maths. Whoop-dee-doo!

That made me better. Thanks to myself. (That's self-'praise', with a bit of making myself feel better -- poor me).

But anyway, I've better get to bed. I've got a long day ahead of me. More studying! Good luck (to myself)!

Chicago, Chicago!

"Oh, you're gonna see your sheba do the shimmy-shake... And all that jazz. Oh, she's gonna shimmy till her garters break... And all that jazz. Show her where to park her girdle. Oh, her mother's blood'll curdle if she'd hear her baby's queer for All that jazz... " - Velma Kelly

"Ask any of the chickies in my pen - / They'll tell you I'm the biggest mother hen. / I love them all and all of them love me / Because the system works, / The system called "reciprocity"! " - Matron Mama Morton

"I don't care about expensive things / Cashmere coats, Diamond rings / Don't mean a thing / All I care about is love / That's what I'm here for." - Billy Flynn

"And who incase she doesn't hang, can say she started with a bang ... Roxie Hart" - Roxie Hart

So there you go. Damn, Chicago was a blast. It blew my night away...

When will it ever end?

Sunday 9th April
10.14pm
The moon shines particularly bright tonight. Oh heck, it was so bright that it shone through my puny window and into my eyes. To make matters worse, the idiot(s) living right above me were making a hell lot of noise, including senseless gossips, and bursts of (unconsiderate) laughter which filled the whole 'one-sided' block.
For a change, I was thinking of sleeping earlier (so as to change my previous bad sleeping habits), and due to the previous night of only 6-hours sleep (not to forget it wasn't a bloody hell of a good night's sleep either), I was pretty tired after getting back from a pleasant (not really nice, not really bad, but just OK) trip from Birmingham and missing our stop to go back to our rooms but to stop at the Arts Centre to watch the ManU-Arsenal football match in the Rootes Bar. Wasn't that sweet? [Note to self: The buffet was fantastic! Should go there again sometime soon!]

10.55pm
Couldn't stand it. I had to wake up from the noises, this time, including my flatmate who came in and out of the kitchen (I suppose) creating a stupendous creaking sound from the door, which is making me nuts the whole time, AND my full (well, it felt full) bladder and an almost-empty stomach.
I made baby mushrooms and tomato with eggs on my new non-stick pot (yippee!) before settling down in front of my all-so-reliable laptop (which helps so much with my boredom) and watching The Iron Giant. Cool huh?

Monday 10th April
1.33am
Finally ready to sleep. After some tosses and turning, I managed to sleep peacefully (or so it seems).

12.14pm
Woke up after some 'dilly-dallying' on my bed. Received a call straightaway from a friend to rush me for a basketball-cum-badminton session. Hurried on down in about 20 minutes, and continued on with my life...

Let us dance! Unleash our spirits, and let your feet lead the way!

Another night when I have to fight to sleep. Tires me a lot these days.

I remember times when I hear my friends telling me their usual sleeping times, then I would react horrified at their answers. Now it's my turn to become one of them. No wonder I see that I'm not that healthy now. I even think I'm developing insomnia.

I'm mentally tired, but not physically tired. For some reason, while lying on my bed, I had a song which kept playing over and over again (to make matters worse, it was stuck at the same phrase). My mind was telling me the fact that there are about 1 of 3 people suffering from sleeping disorders. Haha. Funny. I don't even know whether I should take the fact that I'm that ONE out of the 3. I didn't have any problems when I was younger. It only happened to me just a few weeks ago! I seriously need to re-adjust my sleeping times.

Let's not talk about this crap. Hmm.. Right. I got it. 2 days ago, one of my friends fell down from a truck while moving heavy boxes during his working hours. Well, I am quite sure I wasn't one of his favourites to ask for help, so it was merely coincidence that I found out that he needed help. It goes like this: There was supposed to be potluck that night, when I only was told a few hours before it should start. I didn't have much time to think of what I should cook (anyway, i hadn't had the kitchen utensils to make that possible -- yes, most of them that i OWNED were gone). Thirty minutes before potluck, I called one of my friends whether I could help her out in her cooking instead of wasting my time in my room doing nothing. She told me she wasn't in her room, but was looking for the 'injured' because he asked her to help him bring him to the hospital. Since I thought it was an emergency, and since I thought she would need help, I offered to follow them. Only then I found out that he called his current room-mate, another guy-friend of mine (who currently seems to be his personal favourite "shoe-shiner") (but both didn't answer his phone calls), and then her. It was quite disappointing to find out that I'm not as reliable as others, but who the hell cares anyway.

Yesterday, we had a basketball session, and I had QUITE some fun (I could tell by not feeling that good after playing). That was followed by a dinner together with friends, mainly because one of my friends who just came back from Paris brought back some cakes to share with us. The cakes were really nice (though not many of them liked it), but I didn't have much fun chatting with them. So to say, I wasn't really interested in whatever they were talking about: either they were talking about things that I didn't know anything about, or things that I have no interest at all. While listening to them blab, my mind was either telling me to go back and read the Tchaikovsky's 1st Piano Concerto in B-flat minor score with the music I had on my computer, or just simply lost in my own world.

Yet another boring post, even though I promised you people out there with some interesting, thought-provoking ideas and fragments of my mind. Can't help it. I'm not sleeping well! But anyway, wonder why I used this title? It appeared on my MSN Messenger Personal Message, and really liked it, so I decided that one day, I should use it as a title. Haha. Obviously that's not the main reason. I'm quite hyper, thus the title.

There exists a God...

My phone lives again! After a few days of constant recovery in good hands, and frequent visits of a doctor, my phone lives again!

(Theorem 1.1) Well, it proves one thing: No matter how the manual says that your phone should not touch a single drop of liquid, your phone is bound to be fine. What the heck, it could even be said to be waterproof!

(Proof 1.1) So like I said, I left it to dry on my table to dry, with the battery out to dry together with the battery cover, so that the internal parts get to be 'dried' too. I tried to switch it on once on last Sunday. It turned on, but it stopped with the Sony Ericsson logo, and got stuck there. The next time I tried was today. So there exists some day which the phone parts are finally dried, so since it is dried, the phone would return to normal. Since the parts have 'touched' any form of liquid, the parts would learn to be immune to liquids, thus saying that it would become waterproof.

You dig?

Onions are my sworn enemies

Enough procrastination. I have to study seriously now. Get over my loss, and wake up.

Well, since I'm in a better mood to fill up the previous questionairre, I think I'll answer the questions in a proper manner.

My earliest memory... I have so many memories, but none of them are ever solid in my mind. As in, I can only remember parts of what happened.

At school I... used to be the studious one, and sometimes having fun with some of my close friends. I remember the times when we usually walk around school when we're free for a period (which lasts about 40 minutes), and chat about stuff, and maybe gossip. Haha!

My first relationship... Never had a first relationship. If you really want me to answer, then obviously it would be my parents!

I wish I had never worn... Worn what?

My mother and father always tell me... A lot of things. Usually, they come in forms of "nag" and "reprimand".

I wish I had... whatever I wished for. Haha! Materialistic, ain't I? Neh, just kidding. I'm not as materialistic as you think I am. I want things that can't be bought.

I wish I hadn't... done stupid things and decide unwisely. Not listing any out.

At home I cook... Do you wanna know what I cook here in UK? or just back home? They're, seriously, totally different things. Haha!

When I was a child, I wanted to... be famous. REALLY REALLY famous. Of course, in reality, you have to consider talent, fame, looks.....................

The book that changed my life is... erm, got none that really changed my life, though I really liked books that my friends introduced me, especially Memoirs of a Geisha (thanks Peng!)

If only I would... change everything bad that had ever happened to me. By now, I guess you'd have guess I like looking back and regretting. But don't you worry, I seldom do that.

Friends say that I am... as cheerful as an Easter bunny! They always say I laugh at anything. But I do! I mean, I have reasons for laughing, right? Just they don't know what I'm laughing about right? Haha!

What I don't find amusing is... anything not amusing? How am I supposed to answer this question?

I often wonder... why the Earth is round. Haha! I have nothing I should be wondering about.