Happy Movember

Why does everything seem to conglomerate together this time of the year? It’s not like it slowly piles together like the amount of study notes over the semester. It just suddenly apparates into this ball of mass doom rolling down the downward spiral that is your life, threatening at any moment to crush and overwhelm the  fragile exoskeleton of what few trickles of sanity remaining. And it doesn’t help how the teaching staff at a certain university I attend spend more effort trying to aggravate and afflict varying degrees of frustration upon their paying students than they do making a course outline which says anything more than learn everything. Thank God the grade is actually collectively organised and thanks to social media, Facebook groups means we can get important exam structure questions that were not covered in review lectures(no idea why) direct from people who have gotten desperate/infuriated enough to call/stalk down certain arrogant teaching staff who pretends to not check their emails. But enough about the Health Faculty, I was told about them from a 5th yr before I started so I did have warning for what I signed up for.

November is seriously the most horrid of  months. It’s when the EOS exams are so stress stress stress. It’s the month before various yearly forms are due and lots of them require a lot of admin stuff. I haven’t even got CPR redone for next year so guess who is emailing their CPR renewal in Jan. And worst of all it’s bloody Birthday month. The Month where everyone seems to celebrate the day that their parents lost all the free time they ever had. As much as I am amazed by anyone who actually remembers and astounded at people who get me a present (much <3), I’ve never particularly been much of a Birthday person myself despite appearances. Birthdays have never really had much of a significance in my family. A typical Birthday would be a Happy Birthday in the morning and a special breakfast in my childhood. Sometimes a cake with some other food I like for lunch. No exact physical presents from Mum&Dad like the other kids. It’s not  because of our financial circumstances in the past, I mean sure we were poor but they were always far more willing to spend money on me than on themselves. Just that the act of giving a Birthday present was alien to them in terms of their culture, heritage, identity (all that good stuff). It was all very Western. I mean I don’t even think I cared or really knew what Birthdays were until I got invited to the Birthday Partys of my friends in Elementary school. I remember the other kids had to teach me how to play pass the parcel at my first party in Kindergarten. I distinctly remember the parents there had a strangely curious and forgiving look on their faces whenever they looked at me. I must have been quite a sight, a tall chubby Asian kid with broken English in a crowd of screaming white girls. I guess I didn’t have it so bad though, I really enjoyed myself and was a lot better off than the one other guy there. I was at a stage in life where there was no distinction between the sexes whilst I think he was already at the omg girls have deadly transmittable diseases  with a 1 second incubation period that can only be cured through physical contact with another member of the male species to which you may proceed to infect him with this virus curing yourself and dooming him for the next minute  until he passes it into the next unfortunately soul, remaining active until the host forgets about his misfortune or accepts his demise. I think the poor boy only had to be there because the Birthday girl’s mother were both neighbours and 3pm waiting at the gates for their kids to running screaming out of the classroom to go back home mothers. My parents realised the significance of Birthdays for one’s childhood in this Western society and tried their best although I realised this only much later towards my late teens. They knew that giving me money directly would lose the whole point of the surprise of presents. Not that I had any need for nothing, I didn’t have anything I wanted to use it for and was not particularly attached to any toy or trends. I’m in for a headache I think when it comes to my kids when they hit the 10-15 range. They are too old to be happy to have been given anything but are too young to be really forgiving about not knowing what to get them. Probably should plant the idea of presents being primarily food at a young age to make it easier for me when they get older…

Ah too much sidetracking. Back to Birthdays. Birthdays and their meanings have evolved for me over the years. As a child it use to be so cool. A day where you could boss about with your superior age complex where you were older than friends and therefore you must be right. A day where you wouldn’t get in trouble with parents and didn’t have to do homework if you didn’t feel like it. A day where you can look forward to the presents your friend got you and they can come pig out at your house. It then became more of a formality for me at times and other times mostly just a pain in the behind. I had come to the conclusion that getting someone a present meant you liked them a lot. Which lead to the inevitable thought process of not getting someone a present meant you really didn’t like them. Picking presents is like the one downside to celebrating the existence of someone you like. It’s kinda of like a fuck you, in return for me bringing joy into your life for the last however period of time you’ve known me, I’m going to stress and muck around with you the fortnight before my Birthday. I mean I know what they say about how it should be really easy picking a present for someone if you’re actually meant to get them a present. Well fuck you it’s not. For some people I really don’t know what to get. Either they don’t really like anything or they like too many things and nothing particular stands out. Then you have those bitches who don’t need/want anything because they have everything they want and the things they want aren’t physically obtainable. No I would love to get you back your ex boyfriend but unfortunately I can’t and nothing else seems to cheer you up besides torturing me… And even if you know what they want, it often doesn’t solve anything. I have a friend who loves replica swords and airsoft guns. I don’t think they can get past customs so you’re going to have to stick to the internet for now. I have another friend who is really into fashion and skincare but really particular and picky. And another who spend more time with Yoyos than he does with anything else. Unfortunately I have no knowledge of either of those fields. Although they had a really hard time with my Birthday present as well. Some of the presents I got this year were really surprising. Not necessarily in a good way. Like it was amazingly sweet that people actually bothered spending this much effort. But they were so impractical. I kinda wish they just wrote me a long card or called me instead of wasting good money on impractical things. I feel bad because I should be grateful for anything I’m given and I am but I can’t help but think that whilst the good intentions were delivered via express mail, the presents were wasted for the most part. I think people should have like a wishlist like Wedding Registerys. That way people know what you want exactly without having to go all 007 on your friends/family, stalking through your fb like a pedo or struggling to remember a passing comment/memory made which could link to a potential Birthday present like it was part of a tv quizshow. Now Birthdays to me down here are for the most part more of an excuse to go out and drink or crash someone’s place. Not many friends down(or up) here that I really celebrate what I would consider a proper Birthday with. I hope years down the track Birthdays don’t lose all significance or become a depressing increase in number/decrease in your time on Earth =/

My question is what would you my dear readers put on that list for yourself if you had one? If you asked me in highschool, I would have been one of those bitches who told you I didn’t have anything I wanted(seriously). But thinking about it now, I would probably stick this onto mine.

Its an Alienware TactX keyboard. Been meaning to buy it since highschool ended but never quite got around to it surprisingly considering how much money I’ve spent on the electronics littered around my room in the last few years. Mix of random factors which prevented me from getting it. Was always too azn to buy it from the Dell site in Aus for full retail price. But didn’t want to wait for shipping from elsewhere. Even though I wait for shipping for like every other thing =/ Makes no sense really, I don’t really know why I haven’t got it. Don’t think it’s the price because I’ve spent more on my Gaming Mouse… I think I like the idea of actually wanting something for my Birthday =) Maybe I’ll guilt trip my parents into buying it for me after I graduate uni. Don’t think they’ll approve of me spending money of anything with gaming involved =P

Overall I would have just skipped to the end of this, look at the pretty lights on the pic and just summarise this all as-

Exams suck

Uni Staff suck

Picking presets suck

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

That is all. The end. Goodbye. Bonjour. Wait that’s french for Hello isn’t it? Doh! Then wtf is goodbye in French? Should use google translate. Ah too much effort. I really should get back to studying. Really should have stuck this in tags like they do with Youtube Videos… Adieu. Omg I remembered. At least I hope that’s right=/ I am a genius =D I would have totally beasted French. Stupid Ruse had to cancel French for my year. Else I would have better phoney French accent and could hawhawhaw everytime I snigger. I am not weird at all… Fk why didn’t anyone I know study psychology. Maybe one of the med kids might do psychiatry and give me counselling and free med samples =.=”

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