Monday, June 14, 2010

10 Do Not's For Those Working Late Nights

(For the student species on holiday, usually a result of shockingly unproductive days and cumulative guilt spilling over.)

1. DO NOT study on a soft divan littered with cushions. Like I do.

2. DO NOT think you'll start working once you're comfortable. That is a LIE and you know it, you little procrastinator.
Once you have that soft cushion underneath your belly and that cool breeze ruffling your hair, you will fall asleep, as Fleur Delacour may have said, "like zat".

3. DO NOT keep the easy work for late hours.
"Oh I'll just leaf through these pages", you'll say, and wake up at 5 am with the lights on and a very disappointed mother making a rather irritating clucking sound.

4. DO NOT study FSM/ Com Med after dinner if you're a medico. Learn from a sufferer.
(Have you seen that Park's textbook? One word: PIL-LOW.)

5. DO NOT bank on caffeine to keep you up and running. It seems to have its aberrations, I for one start snoring fifteen minutes after a steaming hot mugful. (This particular incident was at 9 am... the horrors)

6. DO NOT take a snack break if you're ashamed to admit your weight like... er... some people... turn out to be.
Make sure the goodies are locked in the fridge and you have access to a maximum of 4 Cream Crackers.

7. DO NOT look outside the window. The weather will undoubtedly be:
a) absolutely delicious
b) reminding you of your crush/ love-interest
c) cloudy or rainy or calm or pleasant or...

8. DO NOT listen to music. Even Mettalica will sound like a lullaby coursing through those earphones. And if you have a sweet Dad like mine, he'll feel sorry that you've been working so hard, turn off the lights and tuck you in nicely.

9. DO NOT study in the same room as a sleeping person. This is as dangerous as sleeping next to a driver of a car full of cute li'l kids on a stormy night.

10. DO NOT waste all your day watching Scary Movie and the like so you don't have to stay up at ungodly hours. (To be reverently noted and instantly forgotten).


Devil's Vacation

Okay, so we get ten precious days off on a stroke of good luck. (For those who don't know or have had a recent head trauma, I'm a Med Student). Prudence would dictate cramming all those mundane but horribly important facts at the speed of light, eh? And that's what A Reasonably Good Girl would do, right?


Maintaining that I'm a reasonably good kid, my head is swarmed over with useless thoughts whenever I'm not keeping busy. Now "busy", for some reason, appears not to include worshipping Messi, watching romantic comedies or umm... napping.

What are these thoughts? Lets see, these range from the bored musings of "should i wash my bag?" to the utterly ridiculous, like "doesn't the football referee ever feel like kicking the ball in the middle of the game?"

Not many pennies for these thoughts, as is painfully evident.

Mention this to Mum, and she will intone, in a holier-than-thou fashion, "the idle mind is a devil's workshop". Mutter under my breath I might, but she's right. Hang out the washing to dry, make breakfast, solve a few questions and the iridescent bubbles of lazy wonderings burst with a resounding 'pop' (or is it a 'phut'? Will listen next time around).

A parting thought though, how come mothers appear to know this and benefit most out of it, with all the housework being done by a lazy daydreaming daughter?

Hmm... A deal with the devil perhaps? *Shudders*

Eternal Ramblings of the Stop-less Mind

A blog might be one of the Ten Things I Really Wanted To Do.

Ever since I was a kid, my teachers had one major complaint about the angelic (ahem) little thing in her class. "She doesn't shut up."

May have mellowed down a little since Fourth Grade but I still barely ever just zip it. Even when I'm quiet, I'm talking to the little voices in my head ( I'm not loony, just prefer to be in company...)

So when I, in my impulsive glory, decided to exercise my freedom of expression, I did realise the utter directionless attitude of this exercise. But who wants to read about the Hepatobiliary system or Claude Monet or summer hairstyles? (It is here where I expect my loyal friends to vigorously shake their heads)

Hence... it is going to be an aimless study of the world around me in attempted eloquence. Have patience.