Day 144 - Week's End

Man, what a week. Two dissection practicals, a German language class, a mamak stall prop and announcement of our provisional results. Awesome start. I couldn't even find the time to study.

Lectures are the usual tranquilisers. The only difference is the strength. I had 2 modules I looked forward to this semester. Cardiac Biology and Personal and Population Health. Unfortunately, I got Dr Thompson again for Cardiac Biology... and she is probably the most boring lecturer this semester. P&PH will only be interesting later on when they teach psychology and ethics. For now, it's statistics, statistics and statistics.

On the plus side, I happen to always be sitting at the side which does not smoke, use coccaine or have cancer. I am LUCKY!! XD I hope my luck persists until the end of statistics, where hopefully, they'll stop using the class as examples.

Dissections were a whole lot better than lectures. The dissection room lecturers do a much better job at teaching us, always explaining things properly and occasionally humouring us by forgetting things. Thanks to them, we feel less pressure. However, one of the lecturers make us feel defeated. He has a degree in Archaeology, and he's teaching us anatomy. The scary thing is, he does not need to refer to books and can tell us the names of every part he points to, sometimes ending the sentence with "But you don't really need to know this yet." And the names ain't easy. It's like talking to a real life Dr Black Jack, except that he's not a doctor.

German is bloody crazy. Out lecturer came into class and spoke to us in full German. And she expected us to understand what she was saying. And she's MEAN. The first thing she did was force everybody to memorise each other's names, birthplace and current area of residence. We're not talking about a class of 5. It's a class of 12! How do you expect us to remember all that when we're already struggling enough to ask them in German!? Sigh... This is so different from Japanese. Next term, I'm not taking languages anymore, except Japanese.

My results were crap. End of topic.

And I was assigned the job of making a mamak stall for Malaysian Night. And as a last minute addition, I was appointed assistant computer and PA in-charge on that night. The reason I was appointed was so that they would have a substitute when the main guy in-charge performs. Whatever it is, I'll do my best. On the other hand, mamak stalls and swords are two COMPLETELY different things. You can't just assume I know how to build a cardboard house just because I could make model swords!!

Finally, a joyous news. 3... 2... 1...

FINAL FANTASY XIII LIGHTNING EDITION, BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

*Beijing Olympics fireworks x10*

*Rolls around the house.*

*Bounces around the house.*

*Makes dents around the house.*

*Gets kicked out of the house by housemates.*

*Continues to make dents everywhere outside.*

Now then, pics.































It's mine! All MINE!!! MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!