I'm busy.

Every morning the moment I open my eyes I hold my breath in anticipation of the relentless timetable and workload and committment that I signed up for.
It is dreadful to wake up feeling the spilled over lethargy from the previous day's activities which sleep didn't quite manage to compensate for.
Every single day I force myself to get out of bed because I know that if I start to skip lecture its just going to start a horrible downward spiral and I will stop doing work and being responsible for my life.

And the motivation to drag myself up is the thought of my fruit cake served in the communal hall at breakfast. I know.. Thats totally attractive.

Of course besides the breakfast another motivation would be seeing my nurses at the bustop and going to school together. Not to forget about Susan.

A few days ago we were in a lift together and we were doing what we always do in lifts: eavesdropping on other people's conversation.
This guy was telling his other friend that some people complained that the exam paper was marked unfairly and therefore everything was re-marked.

He joyfully added, "After remarking hor, my paper added one mark leh!
But I still failed."

At this point Susan could no longer contain her laughter which was threatening to burst her lungs.
She cleverly turned to look and me and accused, quite loudly, "Oei why you laughing?"
And started laughing openly.

I didn't like being maligned about laughing at his failed paper, so I quickly pointed to the lift and made up some nonsense,
"Oh.. Look at the sign! It says that the lift can take a maximum of 2567kg and 32 people.
Ha ha. Isn't that funny?"

Dear Susan, thanks for trying to sabo me.

Anyway, just now I was walking along the corridor in my hall (i stay on the fourth floor), when I heard some exchanges of goodbye from the people living downstairs from my block.

Girl from 2nd floor: (saying to her neighbour) bye!
Guy from 3rd floor: (replying because he is KPO or extremely bored) Bye!
Girl from 2nd floor: (to the random voice) Bye!

The guy and girl continued saying bye to each other for another 4 times and I decided to join in.

Me: Bye!
Girl from 2nd floor: Bye!
Guy from 3rd floor: Bye!
Girl from 2nd floor: Bye!

Then I heard another guy's voice joining in. "Bye!"

Okay just picture this:
5 idiots who can't see each other shouting "bye" while standing at the corridor.

Then came the climax.
The guy who joined in the lastest shouted: "chee!" in the most nonchalant voice I have ever heard.

Thus ended the "bye" exchange.

Moments like these help me get through the day.

♥Bid Farewell