The Jigsaw

I used to like jigsaw puzzles when I was younger. I could seat and play with tiny pieces of a picture for hours. I used also to like chain stories and played it with myself for hours. It seems my love for these two things gradually got lost in time... ... I wish they would come back, because I am sure they would do me big help when I study. Patience and determination and creativity were required for these two games, and I seem to have lost these attributes over the course of my 15 years of life....

What I've Done... this holidays.

What have I done? I might say nothing... nothing at all... Am I guilty? Yes Why? Because... Because I was supposed to study. Not saying that I totally didn't study. I finished two Chinese work books and one and a half mathematic workbooks... and... ah... I might have forgotten some stuff. I have totally no enthusiasm for studying O^O... that will be all. I miss FREEDOM.

Being a Robot.

Me: Hello, Hotel ***, I would like to inquire regarding your banquet halls and ballrooms~

Receptionist: Please wait a moment, I will put you through to sales management.

*idiotic song* *dutdutdutdutdut*

Sales management: Hello, this is  **** of Hotel ****, how may I help you?

Me: Hello, I would like to inquire regarding your banquet halls and ballrooms which are available on the * of *, big enough for * people...

Sales Management: Please wait a moment while I look through the records~~~

*shuffle sshuffle shuffle*

Sales management: Hello? There is a room available on that day.

Me: Does it have a stage?

Sales management: Yes.

Me: Um, what are the room rates per person if it's a buffet dinner?

Sales management: RM 200 a person.

BLABLABLABLA.

Do that a few dozen times and you will understand what being a robot is like =.="

Check Stock

This morning I woke up wandering why my muscles seemed to have seized up. My arms hurt everytime I move them. T.T It didn't take me long to remember that I was involved in physically stressful activity yesterday. Who knew that books had so many ways to torture you? Think, headache(study), scratches, rash, painful muscles, hunger, exhaustion. And all I was doing was flipping the pages and moving piles of books around the table... can you beat that? Maybe it was due to the fact that our group was saddled with the heaviest, largest books. i.e, those thick books about nature, the human body, world history, Malaysian History, religious books... just think of all the thick non-fiction books you've seen, and chances are I have poured my blood, sweat, and tears over them.(gee, I sound like one of those chinese writers... exaggerating to a fault) Anyway, besides undergoing terrible physical torture, I met some new friends... but I can't remember their names. One was Ng something and the other was Lee something. One more was the sesi petang bendahari, who Chong Ming Hui(did you know his FB name was Dash Chong Dx? I ddn't) was kind enough to tell me his name... (check FB) Tan Jun Wei. I find that for certain people, their face is all I can remember, and for certain people their names are all I can remember...

Okay, I'm off! that's all about check stock.

The Woes of a Student

We have a month left... less... need I remind you?
The schedule is packed, I can't find anymore time...
Yet life goes on, I make sometime,
To spend sometime on what I love most =)

Never Mean't, Never Wanted to Hurt Anyone

This post comes at random. Perhaps I am feeling a little of color today. I have recently been having the oddest thoughts, and dreaming the weirdest dreams, that I can never remember when I wake up. I wish I could just lie down and do nothing, think nothing, and feel nothing.Like some sort of robot, or doll. No, I am not planning on dying anytime soon. Put that idiotic thought right out of your mind. I learned long ago that life is very precious and you've gotta live it to the fullest. It's just one of those times when you feel rather depressed. Perhaps I lack Niacin (Vitamin B3). Perhaps I should take a good dose of it. But I don't think I need it. No. Anyway, I just want to retract the past year. Things have changed. A lot of things. I think I might have changed a lot myself. Perhaps it's for the worst. Am I really cold? Am I scary? Do I seem difficult to approach? Am I unsmiling? Do I seem arrogant? Am I arrogant? Or is it everyone else that's got it all wrong about me? Worst of all, have I become a little emotionless? Heh, people, please forget what you read. You probably don't understand. To be truthful, I think I have always been rather cold, if I do say so myself, to strangers, at least.

Marathon

You know in church the speakers seem to love making marathons seem like life. I seem to have caught the same sort of disease from them... PMR... a three year marathon? Are you thinking I'm obsessed? Are you? Uh-uh. Don't lie. I saw the ghost of that thought fly past just now. Huh, what? Are you still denying it? Gimme a break. Anyway, I feel a sense of *gasp* relief!!!! RELIEF! Blissful relief that that dratted test is coming. Finally. I admit maybe I'm not so ready, but really, how long can you stand sitting around doing NOTHING but STUDYING??? Who? Erm... Ngai? Six hour tuition... now THAT is a marathon... Anyways... bring it on. This holiday's gonna be full of words, exercises, books, paper, erasers, crosses and frustration.