SPM is overrr!!!! Yes you heard that right, and I can hardly believe it myself. For days and days during our study leave I dreamed and fantasized of this very day, things like what I was going to do after it was over. And then on the day itself I feel some sort of anticlimax to the excitement of the whole thing. Real unfair, I'm sure you'd agree with me. And now, let's all observe a moment of extreme noise to celebrate this orgasmic moment. Somehow it feels rather weird to not be studying at this moment, but will of course gladly get used to this weirdness.
Anyway after EST I went to Arabian with Kevin and Wei Ken, and for the first time in my life I didn't have lunch, a sober mistake not to be repeated again. We DotA-ed at first as that's what everyone wanted to play, but I shall admit here for all to see that I suck at that game and I only play it because it's the only game most people seem to want to play. Then we moved on to CS where I drove Kevin insane with my virtually non-existent FPS skills. Sorry la I didn't grow up playing FPS like most of you did, but I rightfully claim that I will own anyone when it comes to any racing game. Anytime, anyone. Sadly though not many people seem to be interested in those lately. And then I challenged Kevin to a 1v1 in Company of Heroes, just to see whether my hours of 'practice' would have any effect on someone who managed to own my ass in less than fifteen minutes in a previous match. I faired significantly better this time, but unfortunately my stubborn defensive tactics are completely inappropriate for a 1v1 match. Yes I shall remember to play more offensively next time. Right I'm going to get a bit more 'practice' now, so that's all for now.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Kapranos
'Faktor segera yang mencetuskan Perang Dunia Pertama ialah pembunuhan Archduke Franz Ferdinand.' Franz Ferdinand. That made me want to sing. C'mon, sing with me: I say don't you know, you say you don't know, I say......take me out! Ahhhh all hail the boys of Scotland!
It pleases me to know that I will never ever have to write a word in Bahasa Melayu ever again. No more nasty BM essays, oh hell yeah. I do feel a bit weird though, the fact that I will never have to study Sejarah anymore, something which I've been doing for the past five years of my academic life. Sejarah, oh how I hated it, but for some reason I always excelled in it. Straight A1s as always, yessir. Weird eh?
Oh and there was a power failure an hour into Sejarah today. For that five minutes I nearly jumped for joy thinking they'd cancel the exam as we couldn't see a thing. But then they opened the windows. How silly of me. Ah well at least the worst is over. I shiver to think about the mental torture I'm going to have to put my poor, tired brain through again for Bio. Ohwellohwellohwell.
I've got Mod Math tomorrow. Easy as 3.142. But I need my sleep if I'm want to be able to make sense of the paper. Therefore I shall go to bed now. Goodnight.
It pleases me to know that I will never ever have to write a word in Bahasa Melayu ever again. No more nasty BM essays, oh hell yeah. I do feel a bit weird though, the fact that I will never have to study Sejarah anymore, something which I've been doing for the past five years of my academic life. Sejarah, oh how I hated it, but for some reason I always excelled in it. Straight A1s as always, yessir. Weird eh?
Oh and there was a power failure an hour into Sejarah today. For that five minutes I nearly jumped for joy thinking they'd cancel the exam as we couldn't see a thing. But then they opened the windows. How silly of me. Ah well at least the worst is over. I shiver to think about the mental torture I'm going to have to put my poor, tired brain through again for Bio. Ohwellohwellohwell.
I've got Mod Math tomorrow. Easy as 3.142. But I need my sleep if I'm want to be able to make sense of the paper. Therefore I shall go to bed now. Goodnight.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Toilet wonders
I have been doing something that may or may not be considered as unintentional research about the most effective ways of studying for muggers like me. I hereby proudly state that one of the best times to study would be while you’re taking a crap in the loo. Hilarious but indeed true, and there is a logic to this. You see the holy toilet is probably the only place in your house that has no distractions at all. So while one half of your cerebral cortex is directing those anal muscles to get all that poop out of your butt hole, the other half will have no where else to wonder but the text/reference/exercise book you have in hand. Another point worth noting is that you should set yourself a target, i.e. a minimum amount of pages to be covered before you allow yourself to leave. Of course this method comes with a certain amount of anal discomfort, but I assure you that it is worth it.
If you are claustrophobic or just aren’t a fan of lavatories, another method that works on the same principle would be to study while you’re eating. Be forewarned, however, because the enjoyment you derive from your eating experience will be significantly reduced, but again, it is worth it, every single bit of it.
So, fellow compatriots, if you ever have problems concentrating I highly recommend these two methods, and they both come with a warranty of effectiveness. ‘How could I possibly fulfil such a warranty?’ I hear you asking. Well fret not because if in the unlikely event you are unsatisfied by the results I will take your place and poop in your toilet or eat your food for you, depending on which method you have chosen.
If you are claustrophobic or just aren’t a fan of lavatories, another method that works on the same principle would be to study while you’re eating. Be forewarned, however, because the enjoyment you derive from your eating experience will be significantly reduced, but again, it is worth it, every single bit of it.
So, fellow compatriots, if you ever have problems concentrating I highly recommend these two methods, and they both come with a warranty of effectiveness. ‘How could I possibly fulfil such a warranty?’ I hear you asking. Well fret not because if in the unlikely event you are unsatisfied by the results I will take your place and poop in your toilet or eat your food for you, depending on which method you have chosen.
Boo
It's one in the morning and yet again I've finished off another chapter of something. Fret not, however for this time it isn't Biology but the oh-so-wonderful Sejarah. Unfortunately for me I've still got a shitload of this stuff to shove into the cerebral regions of my tired brain.
So then it should strike me as rather absurd that the reality of impending doom, i.e. SPM, being hurled towards me at Mach I speeds hasn’t quite hit me yet. Illogically, for some unfathomable reason the closer it gets the calmer I am, and I’m sure that you, dear reader, would agree with me that this is indeed bizarre. I should be afraid, very afraid. I should be feeling intimidated beyond my very being for this is the government examination that supposedly determines where you end up in life, but noooo I am going about my studies in an eerily relaxed manner.
To this day I still recall the two week study leave prior to PMR when I was in Form Three. Back then my concentration power was phenomenal. I would wake up at noon, start studying at one and go on without stopping except for meals and a shower until three in the morning. I did this every single day. Sadly though the sort of concentration that I used to be capable of has diminished beyond redemption.
Sometimes when I have wasted a catastrophic amount of time I do some soul-searching and ask myself why I have the sentiments mentioned above. I’d put the source down to having been through the gruelling process of so many fully fledged exams that I’ve lost quite a bit of willpower to put my poor brain through all that for one final time. Lack of mental stamina, if you like. Or maybe it’s because I’ve seen the pathetic standards of the real paper and therefore came to the conclusion that minimal effort shall be required for certain subjects.
Well then I should be going to bed now, otherwise I shall have to take naps tomorrow which will result in more wasted time, and that just won’t do.
So then it should strike me as rather absurd that the reality of impending doom, i.e. SPM, being hurled towards me at Mach I speeds hasn’t quite hit me yet. Illogically, for some unfathomable reason the closer it gets the calmer I am, and I’m sure that you, dear reader, would agree with me that this is indeed bizarre. I should be afraid, very afraid. I should be feeling intimidated beyond my very being for this is the government examination that supposedly determines where you end up in life, but noooo I am going about my studies in an eerily relaxed manner.
To this day I still recall the two week study leave prior to PMR when I was in Form Three. Back then my concentration power was phenomenal. I would wake up at noon, start studying at one and go on without stopping except for meals and a shower until three in the morning. I did this every single day. Sadly though the sort of concentration that I used to be capable of has diminished beyond redemption.
Sometimes when I have wasted a catastrophic amount of time I do some soul-searching and ask myself why I have the sentiments mentioned above. I’d put the source down to having been through the gruelling process of so many fully fledged exams that I’ve lost quite a bit of willpower to put my poor brain through all that for one final time. Lack of mental stamina, if you like. Or maybe it’s because I’ve seen the pathetic standards of the real paper and therefore came to the conclusion that minimal effort shall be required for certain subjects.
Well then I should be going to bed now, otherwise I shall have to take naps tomorrow which will result in more wasted time, and that just won’t do.
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