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!

Talking to myself

"UM, here i come!" Okay, I guess that's what I'm supposed to say now, though I don't really feel the excitement of getting into the best local university. Maybe that's what people feel when they have some friends in some way better universities than themselves, and yes, I meant myself. My own brother is in Monash University in Melbourne, one of my best friends is going for Bath University in England, and another acquaintance of mine is going to america this year, and no need for me to explain how good those places are, their world ranking speaks for themselves. It's obvious, their ranking is at least one digit less than UM's! And here's the kicker, they are all sponsored by JPA, damn the JPA! So people, stop congratulate me for getting into UM!
Besides that, the course they offered me isn't really the one I wanted, though I don't really know what I want, or need. I mean, seriously, what am I gonna do with genetic and biology molecule? I don't even know what the biology molecule stands for! I know I am not a lucky one, and I never will be, but why was I offered the last choice I've made without my own consciousness? I deserve more with my result, am I not? Even with all the mingled feelings and thoughts in my mind ( what I meant by mingled was confused + confused + confused +...), there is one thing I know for sure, I desperately need to get into a university, cause that's the only way I can be the one I wanted to be, even if that requires me to get 120 copies of document to be verified by my previous school's authority. So, au revoir, my past, and hola, my future.