Bite bite

The official unveiling of the week-long pimple.



Okay, on second thought, maybe that arrow wasn't really needed. Afterall, it is that big and proud.

After having almost two weeks' worth of block lectures, I thought I would just share with you all what it is like to be trapped within the same room, suffocated by at least 5 hours of information and seeing the same ol' expressionless faces, from 9 am till 4 pm every single day.

For the past week, I had 3 days of block lectures, all being in the city. That means, waking up to a dark 'morning', nearly stepping on my housemate who is sleeping on the floor next to me while getting out of bed, stepping onto the freezing cold tiles in the bathroom and dragging your sleeping butt out of your house by 7.20 a.m. for a 10 minutes walk to the bus loop where your hair gets blown all over your face while you are dressed like a walking dumpling.

The journey by train and bus to the city takes generally 40-60 minutes. Being peak hours, you usually stand at one small corner and hope no armpits get stuck to your face, or if there is, that it is one with no smell. Reaching Souther Cross station, you jump out and walk for a tough 10 minutes to reach the Chamber of Laws, as you fight against the tempting muffins, hot chocolates and lemon tarts.

The moment you step into the warmth of the building, the marathon starts. I must admit I kinda enjoy studying about the various tricks and smart arguments exhibited in patent law. In fact some of my coursemates are seriously considering a career as a patent attorney! Imagine that! Law is just. . . amazing. And the graduates have such cool robes! Silver on black, na!

We have a 3o minute break after 1.5 hours (usually occupied by a sandwich). Then we have another 1 hour lunch break after another 2 hours (usually occupied by a rice/pasta/sushi roll lunch). Then finally it will be another 1.5 hours of class (celebrated by a muffin/sundae).

Another hour back to Clayton, for a kampung dinner and beauty sleep~

As for my Economics lecture in Clayton, it starts at 9 am till 4 pm. And this is a killer, simply cos of the fact that it can bore you, literally to death. The lecturer has the ability to repeat one single fact for 4 times. 4 times. I can gobble up a muffin in that time. So basically this is what block lectures are.

So now, to enable everyone to have an easier understanding on this matter, here is a pictorial depiction.

Sour worms to 'sour'/wake up your 365 senses!

Piles and piles of empty sweet wrappers. . .

Almost everyone is equipped with a cup of hot coffee and with their handphone whipped out . . . desperate for a call/sms to get them 'outta' the room.

Not notes, but 'old-fashioned' note passing. Pages after pages.

Last but not least. A sleeping person. Person.

Here is a random picture of me and Yani. My coursemate from Indonesia!

Melbourne has been gloomy and cold lately. The peak of winter. A warm garlic bread, nothing else. It is the ability to indulge in these little happiness in life that counts towards 'happiness'!

. . .and also some small 'bitterness' such as having to sit in the library ALONE during one of the last days of the mid year break, working on your project.

A bittersweet life.

Life cannot be sweet all the time. For without bitterness, we will never appreciate what is sweet. Just like coming home to a housemate's bah kut teh cooking. It might look common, or even slightly blah. But.

Take a bite at it, at everything, at life! Bite ya way through! Kya Kya!
Life is to be bitten back at! Don't let it bully ya down!