The Jerk Times

E is for exclaiming "What the F*uck, it's time of the year, again!"
X is for the X-tra dosage of nightly caffeine.
A is to be alone cramping facts.
M is for the mundane days till it's done.
I is the irrational behaviour when profanities threatened to spew like lava from an irate volcano.
N is NOT knowing = Dead.
A is for assholes, classmates who kept knowledge to themselves.
T is the time not to sleep, in class or at home.
I am still frustrated it's happening!
O is the many "Oh my God, I didn't know that!".
N is nothing makes you happy till it's over!

 

Shi Yao messaged early this morning, greeted me with surprised since the day he left for China. For a month plus and I rallied at the courts without him. Now he is back, to fill the spot on the opposite side of the court, probably it's about time indeed.

The one thing that man should not do in the gym, grunting! It "whore-fully" disgusting to have someone with the heavy rhythmic breathing as per weight lifted, the sound that can only be amplified in the room with no windows, that's part of a personal sexual-execution phase. Elsewhere, not appreciated. Gee, get a room! Or else, don't breathe.




 

Work has been put oh hold.

Allowing ample time to catch up with school work and revision. The time of the year when I scorned off the most and Ronald will provide me with the good seats, back to my corner . Though constant red bulls will put a toll on the blood sugar level, a need for the late nights and marathons.

It seem I am heading for the road block in social life. Totally lost my networking and everything involving the social aspects. What the heck!


 

Days have been gone unknowingly, social life has been dismissed uneventfully and life seem to be endless with chores, school and work. Since the term started, life has been immersed in bottomless knowledge, trying to surface and to stay afloat. Nonetheless the current of theories and equations seem to make swimming in a sea of knowledge seem to be treacherous. Drowning, drowning, drowning!

The poverty I see, teaches the value of money, the depending factor in our daily lives, to determine  food on the table or to sleep with hunger. I may not be the wisest or radically thrifty when it comes to money but I have seen its greatness, like most would say, the more, the merrier. Indonesia has opened my eyes, subdued my arrogance and put knowledge to my ignorance, poverty is everywhere. Living in an island that is impregnable to poverty, I have been sheltered and protected. Children are begging, mothers are pleading and fathers are slaving: for money. "We didn't starve, but we didn't eat chicken unless we were sick, or the chicken was. "