A sneak snapshots of our lives as a student and the inevitable attacks of the Z monster.
Joan is so going to kill me. =x
Today's lecture was a killer.
I swear Jonathan Peh's orating skills is as good as a monotonous chimpanzee. It makes me wonder, how boring can a person gets? Coupled with a microphone system that works fairly well making him heard across the lecture theatre (his voice resonates as well as a lullaby), I cant help but noticed students, along with me, are slowly dozing off one by one.
The kick of finally becoming a student once more is beginning to subside. The emotional high of being
NORMAL once again is no longer there. The novelty of being a university student is wearing off.
Taking their places, up and foremost, are fanatically boring lecturers who have a knack of making time pass like a chicken who wants to cross the road. You'd never hear the end of it!
And I thought such things only happen during bad days.
When the weather is lazy and the temperature cool and you just want to lounge in bed.
Or when theres a mega sale going on at the moment which you
die-die also want to be part of.
My innermost, carnal, behaviour started rousing from the moment when I sat on the train and made my way down to school. Just by thinking about Jonathan Peh made my blood crawled in my veins.
I wanted to trade whatever nonsense he will be saying with my bed, blankie, and aircon.
Immediately, I was driven by a youthful perception of what I was forsaking than a firm understanding of what I would be embracing.
Another few more hours of much needed rest.
Skip the mundane drawl of being in a crowded train filled with commuters. and commuters.
and commuters. Truth be told, I'm mildly claustrophobic. My exterior personality is merely a reflection of what I'm trying to qwell in my heart. The longing to just get away when too many people are around me.
Personality aside, what laid ahead then, as my willful heart tried to persuade me, what drew me, were nothing more than abstract notions of growth, of freedom, of escape.
Just by saying this, and I'm confessing that I'm a hopeless romantic.
A hopeless romantic stops at his heart, but to show that I'm not as hopeless as I'm deemed to be, my brain will usually take a step further to rationalize everything.
Which concludes, though I'm a romantic, I'm not a hopeless case. =D
The battle didnt just stop here.
I'm not a humanities student for nothing. Liberal analysis of a situation was always my forte, i'm sure some of you have found out and started to find the randomness in me sort of weird. I cant help it. The switch from arts to business is something I'm only starting to accustomed myself to.
Gradually, the mind started taking over. Won the final assessment with my heart.
BraviaTo keep things between them smooth, I went for a jog to calm myself down as much as I want to train for the
Standard Chartered Marathon (of which,
YOU who are reading this,
DO JOIN before I start hounding
YOU with a
HAMMER) before I started to prepare for school.
And I'm whisked back home in a cab straight after lesson. After the mindless persuasion of my determined heart.
End of story.
I realised, as I sat down typing this, I'm revealing more about myself than I want to and as much as I want to keep some things to myself and to my closer friends, I decided, this blog will be dull if we dont use it to reveal more of ourselves to one another, making our friendships more real and less superficial.
And it will be fun reading some of our own thoughts, yeah?
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Post by Max with one foot on the ground at 4:31 PM.
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A sneak snapshots of our lives as a student and the inevitable attacks of the Z monster.
