“life will be better in spring”

December 2009 January 2010 February 2010 March 2010 April 2010 May 2010 June 2010 July 2010 August 2010 September 2010 October 2010 November 2010 December 2010 January 2011 February 2011 March 2011 April 2011 May 2011 June 2011 July 2011 August 2011 September 2011 October 2011 February 2012

I would describe it as bad as sitting corkscrew for the first time when you are not an adventurous person.

Seriously. I myself got freaked out how powerful cum scary mood swings are.

One moment where I can be super hyper for some scrumptious dim sum breakfast to super irritated to some moment where I can break into tears or I can actually have iced coffee for lunch and get java chip 3 hours later and threw my drink away when there's three quarter left because I can almost puke from too much of coffee.


or

one moment I can just wandering aimlessly in ikea with my parents that don't even pay attention with what am I saying. and we went out with nothing, except with a half-dozen of curry puff and a coke. or one moment you simply burst into tears fearing that you may end up living alone in an old lonely home. or fed up with ur parents never make an effort to remember you actually like some garlic with soy sauce and end up not touching them at all and only finished the rice with curry fish head gravy. and end up having a nice conversation with them on the way home in the car.


and end up at home and when you ask your parents for the invoice for the semester fees and your mum is screaming at you because you don't want to keep the invoice (this is because the previous sem she was screaming at you because you are keeping the invoice) and you end up sobbing.

I always wondered, why didn't I choose some place far so I can be independent? Or go into STPM so I can go into public uni and get a car so I can end up being a real uni student. I am not trying to mean that being in Monash is not a real uni life. For me, an ideal uni life is something that you can stay away from home and be independent. Not something like this. Maybe someday, if I'm rich enough, I will send my child overseas or else it would be going to STPM to experience how a 'genuine' uni life should be.

I realised that I sobbed myself to sleep almost once every month, its the second time now. Maybe the almost 4 month of summer break left me making lotsa wild imaginations because taking marketing is sort of relaxing minus the fact that the exam is on the 5th day of CNY. Other than that was perfectly fine. Maybe I shall wait till uni starts where everything's back to reality. With all the assignments kicking in and what you want is just a decent hours of sleep where 7 hours of sleep is considered a heaven.

Oh well, Uni life should be something to be cherished. I HOPE. I knew I would be grumbling why the heck I am taking this unit and stuffs later on.

and it certainly felt better after sobbing.

Labels: Monash, PMS