Busy busy...

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm so worn out by everything. No time to blog even, so yeah, this is it. I'm too tired to blog. Will blog the next time I have time. All I can say is that it's been one rollercoaster ride! Will elaborate more on the topic in the near future!

Cheers!

Argh!

Seriously, I feel like it's getting worse and worse each day... I don't know how much more of this I can take. It's simply too stressful! I wonder when my brain will actually explode (or implode, I'm not too knowledgeable on brain combustion processes). I've never been this busy before! At least, I don't think I've ever been this busy before. It's just a whole, jumbled up, confused bunch of deadlines (when they mean dead, they really do mean dead)... One day I'm just gonna go running off into the sunset, screaming and pulling my hair out as I go.

Today I received the keys to my new room in my college. I've officially moved from a double occupancy room to a single occupancy one. Official in the sense that my name's on the room registration list as 'single occupancy'. I'm still in the same apartment though, which is a good thing, because my friends cum coursemates cum uni lepak kakis are also my housemates. And yes, I've also gotten quite used to the view from the verandah of the sitting (or is it seating) room. The first thing I did was open the door of my new room and I think I remember thinking what a clean room it was. Not quite as much mess as I thought it would have. And it looks a wee bit bigger than the other single rooms that I've seen, too. Wee, as in maybe a couple of centimetres extra width. Then I opened the windows and was rather pleased to feel the wind in my face. It's something we worry about quite frequently up here - ventilation. I wasn't too pleased however, with the lighting of the room. Frankly I found it a little too bright and sunny for my nocturnally-inclined tastes. Like, how am I gonna sleep with the sun shining in my face? Then I proceeded to borrow a broom and sweep up (clean up) the room to the best of my abilities, which really isn't anything to brag about. Then I took a cloth and tried to mop whatever surfaces I could. Mind you, my housekeeping skills are so bad it's almost comical. I managed to take a 45-minute nap, only to wake up with a shock and a bad headache. It was the sun shining on my head that brought about the headache. And it felt so stuffy and unbreathable! Surely they must be something that can be done? Gotta go check out the Human Rights Memorandum or something. But still, make no mistake about it, I'm quite satisfied with my room. Let's see whether I actually get to discipline myself into staying in it. The last semester saw me staying in for less than 2 weeks out of the already-paid-for 14 weeks.

Had 3 classes today. The 2nd class was really short, so a few friends and I were able to have a leisurely lunch at Siang Siang. I waited almost 30 minutes to have the nasi tomato. Basically, it's rice (I requested for the nasi ayam kinda rice), a real juicy chicken wing and some other part I can't quite recognise, and a generous helping of their specially-concocted tomato-ish gravy. It's the gravy that keeps me coming back, I'll tell you that. I'll see if I can snap some pictures. It'll have you salivating upon your keyboard. Then of course, we had a couple of hours to spare until the next class, so that's when we returned to the college and I managed to 'clean up' my room a bit.

All this stress is getting to me. I can't seem to inject my humour into my writing anymore. That's sad news. I've gotta find some way to re-locate my humour. I miss it. It makes for some really boring blog entries. Sigh. The way I see it, the only way is for me to quit/withdraw/lessen my involvement in certain activities. Been thinking about it since yesterday, and hard as it may seem, and as heartbreaking as it may be, I see no other option. Something's gotta give, and it's definitely not gonna be my sanity, or my free time, or my time spent hanging out at home. Stay tuned for more updates, that's all I'm gonna say for now.

Here's to (hopefully) more cheers in the future.

Officially a Junior!

No, I didn't go back to the first year to become a 'junior'. What I meant, rather, was that I'm now officially a 3rd year undergraduate at university... 'Cause like, that's what they call 3rd year undergraduates in American varsities, right? Like, the first year kids are called freshmen, then the 2nd years are sophomores, and the 3rd and 4th are juniors and seniors, which means I'm a Junior in the sense of my 3rd year in uni, and not junior as in the sense of being inferior. Get my drift? So it's official! I'm a 3rd year Junior (which is redundant, but who cares...)!

My first week in uni was terrible. I mean, really. Plain horrible. So much work. It's like they think we love studying. Like they think we have nothing better to do in our free time. Which we don't, but still... You get my drift, I'm sure. The workload is mind-boggling. Here's how it goes:

Monday - start class 8am, last class ends at 5pm
Tuesday - first class 9am, last class ends 5pm
Wednesday - class begins at 8am, last class ends at 1pm, but got club activities whole afternoon
Thursday - first class 8am, last class 5pm
Friday - class starts at 2.30pm
Saturday pengsan!

See what I mean? I just wanna cry and rip my hair out or something.

On the upside, there's a brand new Coffee Bean-based restaurant in Unimas. The prices are quite expensive, and the food portions quite controversial, but then again that's a blog entry for another day...

Cheers (I think...)

What a tiring day!

So today, I had to wake up really early, and had to drive up all the way to Unimas for a meeting at 9am. Then the meeting was over after about 10 minutes. But like, driving all the way down back home would have been a complete waste of petrol, seeing how all students in my faculty are supposed to attend this Mentor-Mentee Meeting later on in the afternoon, so I went with a friend to CAIS, which is the library here in Unimas. I borrowed a total of 5 books for my own reading pleasure, and another one on behalf of my friend. Then we walked through the security bars and it started ringing! Apparently the books I'd checked out weren't really checked out because the checking-out machine was defective and under repair. So I had to manually check out my books at the counter. Then I drove to my college and sat at the cafeteria for approximately 2 hours with only a book and a can of 100 Plus to keep me company. Then I had lunch of nasi goreng belachan again. Then it was time for aforesaid Mentor-Mentee Meeting. Sat there bored witless until about 4pm. Left uni after depositing my friends back at the college. Finally reached home at about 5pm plus... Totally exhausted and aching. And tomorrow marks the first day of lectures for me (I skipped class yesterday, teehee!)...

I don't quite know whether to laugh or cry.

Cheers.

Gimme back my Heroes!

What do you do when they leave you with a season finale cliffhanger that hints at the death of two of your favourite characters?

Yes, people, that's right. Last night, I finally managed to download the season finale of the hit TV series Heroes, and I spent close to two hours watching the last two episodes. Of course, as each episode only runs for approximately 45 minutes, that should logically make up to 1 hour and 30 minutes of staring at my laptop screen, but knowing me, I had to pause, rewind, and replay certain parts over and over again just to satisfy me need for knowing each and every minute detail of the show.

And what's my conclusion of the season finale?

My heart almost broke at the end. I was quite devastated, and I literally sat there with my mouth open and my eyes quite watery. I mean, look - how could they actually kill off Nathan and Peter Petrelli? Mind you, I won't have minded so much if they had killed of say, any two of the other heroes. But did they have to kill off my favourites? Why? These two characters represented the strength of brotherly love in challenging times, and despite of their many differences, they still stood strong by each other's side. My heart was aching when Nathan Petrelli swooped in from above in his flying-man stance, and landed with all gracefulness in between a gun-toting Claire Bennet and a radiation-emitting Peter. And then Nathan said those three words to answer the question of whether there was any other way to stop an exploding man: "Yes, there is." What follows is a tear-jerking dialogue between Nathan and Petrelli. It's really too painful to watch. You guys go watch if for yourself. All I'm saying is that it's one of the most moving and touching scenes I've seen so far. And when Nathan flies up into the sky with Peter in his arms, and as the sky explodes (hinting at their deaths), please don't be surprised if you find a few tears rolling down your cheeks.

It's just too heartbreaking too watch, really.

Kudos to Adrian Pasdar and Milo Ventimiglia for such superb acting, playing out the roles of Nathan and Peter Petrelli to sweet perfection respectively. Of course, I'm hoping that the next season's pilot reveals that both of them are alive and well, through maybe some little known and long-forgotten power that either might have hidden up their sleeves. I know a lot of fans out there agree with me too. The Petrelli brothers are just too good to be gotten rid off that easily.

As for me, another suspense-filled dillemna is what's left for me to ponder upon. What do you do when two of your favourite characters on TV are killed off?

Simple answer, really.

You wait for the next season.

Waiting patiently, cheers!

Where has all the time gone?

Two whole months are now behind me, marked off my calendar of events... Where has the time gone to? I want my holidays back! This has been one of my most productive holidays, where I spend quite a bit of time doing all sorts of useful and fun-filled stuff, but seriously, it all came and went so quickly...

Well, today marked the return to university life. Lectures haven't quite started yet, but today I drove up at about 10.45am to register at my faculty. Imagine my horror when I saw there was virtually no one around! Where's all the busy, chaotic havoc of registration? Did I get my registration dates wrong? Did an earthquake happened and there was a state of emergency alarm given out that I didn't know of? Where was everybody? Or something along those lines. Then, imagine my further horror when I met two seniors who told me the server was down and therefore registration had been postponed to later in the afternoon... Add to that the horror and annoyance I felt upon reading a notice which clearly stated that the registration would only take place at 2.15pm... Argh. At approximately 11.15 in the morning, the prospect of waiting 3 hours did not look in the least bit promising... Or entertaining.

So then I moved on to the next item on my agenda - shifting from a double occupancy room to a single occupancy one. I drove over to my college, visited the Pejabat Kolej, and enquired with the staff there. Imagine my ultimate horror when they told me that I had to fill up a form - a form! - which they would process somewhere in this week and post up for all the world to see. So, like, where do I stay in the duration of the form-processing thingy? Well, they handed me the keys to my old room. Oh well. I guess I'll just wait until they hand me the new keys before moving in. Like, why would I wanna move all my stuff into one room only to have to move it all out again to another room the following week? No thanks, I know it's a bit of a hassle, but I'll just wait. Patiently.

In the process of waiting for 2 o'clock to roll happily around, I had 2 cans of 100 Plus, 50 cents worth of sweets, and a plate of nasi goreng belachan. And to think I actully planned not to bring any moolah along. Seriously, in a place where TV is a rarity and your trusty laptop isn't with you, food becomes the next best source of entertainment. Yes, it's pathetic, I know. Tell that to all the other undergraduates in Unimas, and just wait to see them break down and cry.

Well, so at last the digital clock on my handphone hit 1400 hours, so I literally marched to the Jeep and drove back to my faculty. Would you believe me if I told you my own registration process thingy at the computer took less than 30 seconds?

Sigh.

All that just to confirm that: "Yes, Esther is back in university."

Cheers.

All glory to His name!

I received my exam results on Monday evening. I had to call up the Unimas hotline and wait with bated breath, my heart beating like mad as I listened to my grades being read out. My results: GPA for the last semester (2nd year, 2nd sem) is 3.81, with a total tally of 5As and 1B.

Really wanna give all the glory to God.

I'm ecstatic, because I didn't think I'd do very well this term, and I really thought this was the semester where I'd miss the bullseye. At times throughout the duration of the 2-month holiday my mind would drift back to the exams, and my heart would kinda drop. So really, it's not by my efforts, but truly God deserves all the glory and honour.

All praise belongs to Jesus Christ!