What happened in these few days...

Well,well I'm afraid my blog is gonna be boring...

Basically,it's the same kind of thing I'm gonna write: I love my uni life here in Kampar.I love my new friends here.I love the environment here.I'm stressed with the tests,assignments (as I'm typing this,I'm in the middle of doing my Critical Thinking journal writing assignment -.-)Haiz...

My first tests for Maths 1,Physical Chem,Cell Bio and Mechanics quite okay.Maths 12/15,Phy Chem 32/40,Cell Bio 22/30 and Mechanics 27.5/50.Thank goodness I passed all the papers...I wouldn't want to fail...It would be very depressing to know that I fail. -.-

Apart from that,I had a not-so-good experience,or rather shocking yet unbelievable experience.I fell down from my old bicycle and hurt myself badly on the left knee.Had some minor bruises on my leg and grazes on my fingers.The thing is I felt shocked cos' I just fell without a warning.I knew my bicycle had a problem but I had thought that it would last me till I get to the bike shop or at least reach home.Unfortunately,the incident happened.And now,I dare not ride my bike for  fearing that the scab on my wound on my knee would break and slow down the healing process. -.-

My new friends are a nice lot; they asked about my condition and how I felt about it.It's kinda nice to know that there are people who care or are concerned about you.Although I do not know much about each and everyone of their characters and attitudes,but overall,I feel they are as good as my secondary schoolmates,or even better.Don't know...

I could still remember the day it happened : it was a bright and sunny Tuesday morning...the day I had my Maths 1 test 2.Uh...after my Phy Chem lecture.Spoil my mood for the whole day...Whenever I want to be happy,that wound of mine keeps on reminding me about its presence and the pain it causes.Thank goodness,though I'm unlucky that day,I was lucky in the sense that there's this guy who studies in the same uni drove me home.To think that I followed a stranger to send me back home.And I can't exactly remember the guy's face,don't even know his name,what course he's taking...the only thing I remembered was he has the yellowish-brownish dyed hair,quite good-looking,taller than me, and drives a red Proton Dunno-what car.I had wanted to made a proper apology and thank him for all the trouble he took to help me that day.I mean,who would offer a helping hand to those in need of them?Chances are few...people mostly pretend that they didn't see anything.

Anyways,I was quite embarrassed regarding my situation...I fell at the roundabout and I''m sure quite a number of people saw what had happened.Gosh...I seriously want to erase that memory from the witnesses.If only I could do that.I just wish everyone forgets about it.Including me.

Now,I'm just waiting for my wound to heal as soon as possible.I finally realised after a long time that walking is more tiring than cycling.Besides,I got myself a new bicycle and I want to ride it...Heal faster,wound!

I'm feeling...

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I seriously do not know how to descibe how I feel at the moment.It's like...there are too many mixed feelings deep in my heart.I love my life here in Kampar,but loving alone does not necessarily mean I'm enjoying every single second of my life here.There are good times of course,but there are stressful times as well.Not to forget feeling confused and blur over what's happening...not exactly very good feelings...Plus wondering if I'm gonna do well in the first semester...gosh...there's just too much for my brain to process...

The Good,Happy part : I love my new friends here...they are really funny and nonsensical at times and I love them for that.You can't expect people to be too quiet and good in behaviour,cos' that will be kinda boring.I start to see the differences between guys and girls,which I have never realised in my entire life before.Guys,generally,are unpredictable,extreme in a way,funny,silly maybe and nonsensical most of the times.Girls are generally more well-behaved,quite quiet,giggles (oh,in Xing Yii's and my case,we burst out laughing during lectures,basically go Bwahahahahahahahaha like that,making people think that as if we are high on some drugs or something),yeah something like that.It's like I've never known this kind of thing before because all these while I've been studying in convent schools and I don't attend tuition classes or get to know friends who are guys so...I'm actually adjusting to uni life with guys as friends.So far,I think I'm doing fine...
         I love the place here,for the peaceful,serene and closer to nature condition.This place is so not like Penang,where every day you can never miss the sounds of cars,motorbikes,lorries etc every single minute (unless you stay at home 24/7).Here in Kampar,though not so well-developed,I prefer this kind of place.It's like finally finding peace and serenity in life...Living my two housemates is just like living with a new family.We may have started awkwardly,but as days go by,the three of us bond well together.

The Not-So-Good part : Stress.Pimples.Sleeping very late every single night (fine,I'm just exaggerating,it's most nights though...).Too much info to read,digest and remember in a short time.Tests.Assignments.Reports.Gah!I'm super sure that my eyesight is getting worst and worst every single second and minute,hour and day.Sheesh.I shall not continue further for this part.Typing those things just make me feel even more stressed out,as if reminding myself about those given work which I've not yet done with.Uh.

Overall : Life is still good and enjoyable and I truly hope that life will get better and better here,as in I can manage all my studies without a single sweat.Personally,I think that's impossible.

Thinking about lots of things...

I'm a person who love to think.Unfortunately,sometimes,I think too much or think too little.When i think too much,stress comes in,pimples grow and I become more and more worried.When I think too little,mistakes happen,probably blurt something which hurts people's feelings unconsciously,or maybe doing stuff without realising that I shouldn't do in the first place.

However,nowadays,I'm not sure whether I'm thinking too much or too little.In terms of random,nonsensical fantasy thoughts,I'm sure I've been thinking too much on that,making me thinking so not critically.Haha.My critical thinking subject wasted...

I need sleep.If not,there'll be serious brain damage.

Oh,whatever.