The concept of time

Think about this, how will you live your life if a day has only 20 hours? Will you do less, or choose to do things faster? In any case, how will you live your life if a day has 30 hours? Will you do more, or choose to do things slower? I believe in whichever way, I'll do things fast and more, that's how important time is to me. Of course, this is only my opinion, not for everyone, so if you choose to do things slower and less for a good reason, please stop reading this post.

Since my first day in university, or college for some, I observed a lot of behaviour, which in this post I'm talking about how people use their time. Take this as an example, if I have an hour before the next class, I will probably take some time checking my mailbox or any updates of news. Otherwise, I'll try to finish my reader digest before the end of the month, and account five minutes of the hour to walk to lecture halls. It seems is supposed to be so to me, but not some others. They don't take the hour doing something. Some of them will just wait outside the lecture hall staring at the wall for an hour, and some of them will talk talk talk and talk whenever they have the time ( I'm not saying chit-chatting isn't good, but why should we talk more than actually doing something?) The others, on the other hand, took a lot more time to walk to the halls, even though it is not supposed to be that long. Seriously, do you have to take a look around you every five seconds when you can be sure that the buildings look exactly the same? What a total waste of time!

Sure, we may as well enjoy our life to the fullest, but still, the pace of life should be fast, and this is the way to live our life to the fullest. What is the point of slowing down when you never walk fast? So, think about this again: how will you live your life if a day has only 20 hours? If a day has 30 hours?

Happy

I admit I've been whining about my place a little bit too much, my room, my lecturers, my meals and pretty much everything. So, let's bring out some happy moments today, and probably you can tell from the title. I was hesitating about the title actually, when I was writing this post, cause the first thing that came to my mind about 'happy' was one of my favourite songs by leona lewis, of the same title. The song was great, but it was a song about something of the other way round. In fact, being happy and wanting to be happy are totally different, aren't they? Okay, let's cut the crap.

The first thing, oh yeah, Julian Smith. I actually had no idea who he is until yesterday when I was reading another blog. The blog writer seems to be a huge fan of him and posted one of his video. He is a comedian, and a very good one. I haven't been laughing so ungracefully for quite a long time since I got here, but he drove all my tension away. Honestly, can't stand not laughing listening to him, so I thought why not share this to everybody who reads my blog? Of course, I have to give this credit to that blog writer. Click on the link
Julian Smith - 25 things i hate about facebook

Besides that, there's another story in my random life I wanted to share about. It was a lecture about mathematics ( I'll just call it mathematics or the major wouldn't understand it...), when the lecturer was hoping for some of our responses on his topic after talking about all the highly not comprehensible symbols and equations, only a couple of the heads nodded slightly, while the rest was spinning with no direction. Suddenly, one of us, a guy, or I think he is, said yes. And naturally, the lecturer heard it but didn't know who it was, because there are too many of us. However, he seems to feel good for one of us actually understood him, so he said something out of formality and the last sentence was :" I don't know who it was, but I can be sure it was a she." Judging from the innocent face of his, I bet he wasn't joking. HE ACTUALLY THOUGHT HE WAS A SHE! Well, I can't blame him for that, cause the voice of that student was nothing like a guy's. But that 'guy', I don't know what he felt for that, cause I was smirking and didn't look at his face. Yes, I was smirking. I'm bad, I know, and I'm admitting that......lol

Please let me sleep, I'm begging you!!!

My life has been quite stable here now. Breakfast, then I'll go to my lectures, after having my lunch, I'll usually be heading to library and spend the rest of the day until evening if I don't have anymore classes to attend to. This has been fine except what happens after that. I believe this is not the first time I talk about my residential college, and it sure will not be the last. After a long day out, I will appreciate a lot to have a peaceful and quite night with my laptop, or maybe spending more time studying alone, or playing games when I lost my patience to keep my eyes sticked to the books, or even watch a couple episodes of movies or series before sleep. However, this college has never got bored ruining my beautiful plans. Almost every week, and so far it really is every week, they never stopped planning some activities for the residents in this college, and we are all 'obligated' to attend. Of course, I wouldn't complaint much if those activities are worth going for, but last week, for four days, we spent our time out of our room until half an hour before midnight, for some group games and performances, or else a talk about the week, campus life and blah blah blah... No wonder people said life in college is sometimes very busy, not because of study, but those lame activities we are forced to join. Seriously, we have a choice of sleeping early or late, in which of course the healthy choice would be early, but now we are forced to go for an unhealthy way. This is a violation of right! Or at least for me, it is. The show... oh yeah, the show... LAMEST EVER... The dances are so obviously not properly rehearsed and the choreograhies were so amateurish, even for me, somebody who had only learn dances in my childhood! A good listener is not necessary to be a good singer, isn't it? Can't believe we had to cut our sleep time short for that...

Bad things in a new week

Life is uncertain, and I'm pretty certain about that. I was just having quite some good time with my family last weekend, even though we didn't do much things, but it takes just a while to feel the warmth with them. Once I get home last friday, my mom did almost everything I needed, which is so different from the life I have in my college. She'll do my laundry, make meals when I'm hungry ( I'll have to wait for the canteen in my college for my meals, even though I'm starving ), give me some herbs to boost my concentration in class, and prepare extra cloths when I tell her it's very cold in lecture halls. My dad, instead, wouldn't let me go back to my college at night, cause taking buses at night is extremely inconvenient and dangerous, and there's no reason to go back too early when I can spend more time at home, or that's what they said. It's weird that I never think this way when I'm staying here...?
Now, when I stepped foot into my college room the day before yesterday, or maybe lair would be more appropriate, the mood was totally wiped out, and replaced by all my resentments and boredom. It wasn't that bad until the electricity went out at midnight all of a sudden, the heat and mosquitoes keeping me awake, it was terrible! Hey, I have class tomorrow morning! That wasn't the end of my disaster. It was yesterday, night, I had a muscle cramp at the middle of the night. The pain was excruciating, those who had them will understand me, and the thing is I couldn't scream because I have two roommate sleeping, and all my floor mates would probably wake up too! The feeling was...... killing me! I'm not a superstitious kind of guy, but please please please god, let me sleep tight tonight. (keep my finger crossed...)

Let's talk about food

Ok, this time, let's talk about food. I'm not a chef or anything so I'm not going on recipes or ingredients or nutrition. The best I can make might be steamboat, which everyone, even retarded ones are capable of making. But I enjoy food a lot. I love to eat with friends or family in restaurants with amazing food. And of course, in my affordable zone. However, when I'm alone, I don't feel like trying something out or go to any restaurant for meals. Instead, I would rather shove plain bread down my throat, maybe because it is not that enjoyable when you eat something and have nobody to tell about how good or how bad the food is.

Few days ago, I asked one of my friends for a movie but he turned me down yesterday, telling me that he has an appointment with his doctor. It was quite a surprise actually, and something more surprising is, he is meeting the doctor because his blood pressure was very high. It was very hard for me to define 'VERY' in his condition because he is only 20 years old. Blood pressure? I thought that's something we don't need to worry about before 50! Apparently, I was wrong. Well, what I was trying to say is that he, being only 20, has to keep his diet - fresh veges everyday, and ONLY veges. Wow, luckily that didn't happen on me, or I wouldn't know what I can do, cause I'll die if I was told I cannot step foot into fast food restaurant anymore!

Endless complaints......

First week of lecture, the week of transition, one word to summarize, TIRING!!! There are too many new concepts to instill into my little mind( I think I've repeated this before...). The extremely confusing timetable, which I have to spend hours and hours to figure out the best time for each classes so that I can empty out my friday, and at the same time making sure that there will be no overlapping of time, which is quite brain squeezing.

The ginormous( heard it somewhere, though I don't remember where, which means gigantic + enormous) campus of UM is too, wearing out my bones. There are rarely any maps to refer to, even if you are lucky enough to find one, it'll take more than lucky to figure out what the map says. So, I basically have to walk around the campus everyday to find out my classroom. The good thing is, I have a lot of exercises everyday; the bad thing is, I HATE BEING SWEATY AND STICKY!

And oh, those are just appetizers for the torturous week. It seems like all the lecturers are aware of the fact that we are sleepy all the day. In fact, how can we not be when we have to wear ourselves out and then get a taste of cooling sensation in lecture halls. It sounds sweet, to have such a comfortable condition after a long walk. But try to think when you are about to take a nap, or more aptly when you can't stop but to drop your eye lids, the lecturer just keeps waking you up, although in a gentle way( I can't be sure they will still be gentle next week, cause one of them actually said she'll throw us something if we don't listen to her...). If you can't imagine how painful that is, let me tell you, IT IS EXCRUCIATING! The best we can do is, keep our sight at the bottom half, of course, the upper half will be covered... come to think about it, sleepy eyes are supposed to be sexy, aren't they? Didn't know it actually takes a lot to be 'sexy'!

New species of monkeys

Honestly, my mind actually went blank when I was thinking of writing this post. It wasn't because I had nothing to talk about, but it was actually too much, I don't even know where to start. All the disappointments, confusions, anticipations came jamming the little brain of mine. I should probably tell out only a few of the things, or this post will be ten pages long...

The hostel, shouldn't be this tiny, and I use the word tiny because it is ridiculously TINY! To be more exact, it is about the size of my bathroom, with only a wardrobe, a double-decker bed, side table and a reading table. And the rest of the space will not be enough for me to stretch my hands. or I'll knock something down, and I'll have to pay for that. I can't even imagine how a 6 feet guy with medium size can fit into the room, lucky that I'm short!

Next, the students, yeah, the students. Students are supposed to be educated, polite, respectful, not someone who jump around and yell like a monkey! By the way, that wasn't exaggerating. Once all the freshmen were gathered in the main hall for end-of-orientation performance, all the students were screaming their lungs out, and I swear I felt the tumbling of the floor. Not only I couldn't hear the singings, the shrill kept going on and on even though the emcee has told them to control themselves, if those are not monkeys, then tell me what they are.

In UM, we are taught to do cheers, exactly those cheerleaders do, for our college. It was sometimes quite interesting and funny, especially when we were daring other colleges. But the problem was, the students went out of control easily, and this affected the speaker on the stage, and that, is being rude. I'm sure I would've ran out of the hall if I could!

A little lost sheep, if I still fit into that species...

The day has finally come, mental preparation for tomorrow, registration for university, I shouldn't be too excited, nor nervous...... The real problem is, WHY AM I NOT FEELING ANY OF THESE!!! Everything just seems to be in their order, mostly because I haven't prepared much of those I should have. Pillows, books, charger, towels, cups, extension wires...... Wow, didn't know there were so many stuffs to grab, and I need to get those in just one day...? Oh ya, this is so me.

With zero butterfly in my stomach, I guess I'm just kinda lost, but still going forward even though I have totally no idea what is going to happen. Robert frost used to have two road to choose, and I guess that's a good sign, at least he had some options. Me? I don't have that kind of luxuries, I have to jump the sea if that's what in front of me!