Sunday, August 30, 2009

How to tell a Year 1 student from a Year 4 one:

1) Year 1s look fresh. No wonder they're known as "freshmen". They look carefree and innocent (naive).

2) You hear more laughter from the Year 1s.

3) Year 4s have distinct eye bags.

4) Year 1s' conversations usually involve stuff about bus services, school locations, and mostly about getting lost. Year 4s complain about projects, assignments, fyp, projects, assignments, fyp, projects etc.

5) Year 1s are free enough to play poker in school. (Though I once played 8 straight hours of Bridge in Year 2 hoho.)

6) Year 1s tend to give Year 4s looks of horror/fascination once they discover our seniority. Yes, we're seriously endangered, like dinosaurs. But it's amusing.

Haha just some curious observations in school. I think your "Year 1 radar" becomes most accurate when you're in Year 4. Mostly because you're envious of them :( It wasn't so long ago when I was a blur Year 1 myself. Wah but it's scary how fast time has passed :S

So last week, I left school past 8pm for 3 days and had my dinner/supper at 10pm. Nice. Considering that I'm barely 1/3 into the semester. I might have to start renting an apartment near campus soon. Actually I don't mind staying so late, as long as I keep my free day. Those are extremely sacred.

It's good to meet up with friends and trade horror stories about our miserable lives, and try to outdo one another. We make each other feel better about ourselves haha. It's also nice to be able to speak freely and voice your innermost thoughts and opinions, and know you have people who empathise and understand you. After unloading all your crap and burdens, you feel better able to face the world again :)

I feel really guilty for slacking my entire day away yesterday. It was supposed to be one of those rare days where I can spend the whole day clearing work. Instead I was basking in the glorious light of having a day all for myself. Then it's panic! (in the disco) on Sunday and the rest of the week, till next Saturday. It's a horrible cycle.

Ok tata, gotta go transcribe interviews in Chinese. Urgh.

"Through all this ordeal his root horror had been isolation, and there are no words to express the abyss between isolation and having one ally. It may be conceded to the mathematicians that four is twice two. But two is not twice one; two is two thousand times one. That is why, in spite of a hundred disadvantages, the world will always return to monogamy."

- G.K. Chesterton, "The Man Who Was Thursday"



Oh, desire can cause heart attacks
Oh, desire, it won't bring you back

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