Monday, January 18, 2010
Definitely the topic of my life in this week and probably the following weeks after, is poly life.
Wouldn't be so if I didn't thought of being extra to apply for DPA and faced reality 6 days ago that I can easily get to the course that I wanted without the extra 2 months.
But enough of bringing that topic back again and again, doesn't do anything to change reality.
How dreadful it is to pull yourself up out of bed 7am and travel near 70 minutes to your school every weekdays for 7 weeks, not to mention the probable torment you receive from the 2-hours modules. Too bad, quote Daniel: 习惯就好.
Ok enough of the emotional-ity.
Tell you, camp was fun. It's always like that somehow. All the camps I go for, I hate it at first, but slowly I felt it was the best shit ever.
It was so scary initially entering the room with 100 other individuals, thinking that I'm probably gonna mingle with some of them for the next 3 days, some even for the next 3 years. But icebreaker was relieving, although most people can recognise the shyness in me, I can be glad to say I at least tried to interact instead of keeping everything inside.
Shiok ah, having chalet to sleep in and bbq for dinner, with so much free time to slack and do your own things. Had to settle with B3 and B4s (Get it anot), but everyone was fun to talk to and cheerful enough to play games with. The best part had to be the night where Edwin, Jiayi, Andy, Kris, Charlotte, Isaac and me played lame mind games together till like 4am. What a reminisce to the Vietnam trip. Haha.
Camp resulted in my new hoarse voice! My hands are so rough and calloused now, I guess I need start wearing a glove to Hi-5 people and hold hands with gf. And I don't know what made me go emotional on the last day, its amazing how much 3 days can do to me, even by someone I don't know that well. All act only? Sometimes you feel you gained so much out of this camp but few weeks later you forget everything.
My body clock is seriously cocked up, woke up sooo late for DB's birthday jam, was supposed to wake up early like 11 but I had to sleep at 2am the day before. Today woke up near 2pm again. How am I gonna sleep tonight? Alarms just don't seem to work, neither does my mother's constant ranting, my eyes just can't stay open long enough. And thanks to this, mealtimes are also screwed, breakfast no longer routinely, dinner no longer at 6pm, 3 meals a day rule no longer adhered. Tomorrow don't know if I'm gonna doze off... asking me to sleep now is as good as wasting 2hours staring at the ceiling...
All the commitments in poly really gives you so much to worry for already. I'm speaking like I know what's poly life is about, but I don't. It's just the most pessimistic view from a person who freedom is now minimized. Speaking about this, I wonder how I would react to NS.
Haiya, now that they are much less free time, I'm gonna need much more time management. Gym + training + socialising/maintaining contact with friends + working on weekends hopefully + school life. And then money management. Lame sia.
Enough of the rantings that I kept to myself for about 4 days now, hopefully things don't turn out as bad as I pictured them to be, and life should still maintain its essence of fun. Adapt... must adapt.
PS: Seriously, Facebook is definitely the best way to connect with friends.