WAKE UP.

I don't play sports well.
I'm not doing too well in school nowadays.
I have one lousy lecturer and I think it's him that's causing me to not do well in his module.
My time in the day is limited.
I don't get enough sleep.

I've been a whiny little girl lately.
In fact, I've been one the whole sem.
So whiny, it's disgusting.

Where did the entire semester go?
I look at my red planner everyday and all i think about is
My deadlines due tomorrow.
The meetings to prepare for tomorrow.
And then once in a while I look at my handwriting above the printed days and it reads Week 9.
Week 10.
Uh oh.

The to "be on top of everything" notion is so exciting and cool.
To finish your part of the project days way before the deadline.
To be one of the first to upload the graded assignment on the IVLE instead of being one of the last.
To finish studying for your test a day or two before the actual date, so there's no burning the midnight oil the night before.

When you think about it, all these are not that difficult to accomplish.
A project mate of mine is somewhat like this -
She types out her parts after our meetings and sends it out the same night itself, always being the first one to finish her workload.
No-life, not happening, no hall activities?
No, just plain hard-working and it's blardy impressive.
I wanna be like that too.
Just not right now - cause there's work due tomorrow to finish up.

Some people don't see it this way though.
As long as it meets the deadline, what's the rush?
Chilll out la - there's always time the night before to pia.
I've always avoided this mentality like a plague.
Siao ah, don't sleep. Why never do earlier.
Look who's laughing now.


BUCK UP.
Before your CAP goes down the drain and you sit on the edge of your bed in a daze, knowing full well it was your own fault that you never spent more effort and time on your schoolwork, and that there's no turning back the semester clock to resit for the same modules.

WAKE UP.
Before time consume you in pieces, leaving you to drown in your own rush of panic and worry.

GET UP.
Cause your life's for you to run and if you don't run it well, there's no one there to clean the mess up, mend back the pieces and present it sparkling new back to you on a silver platter.


Thanks, you, for hearing me out, for being my punching bag, for being my cushion of comfort, for being my solid rock of defense, for being my conscience at times, for being my alarm clock, for being there to hold my hand when we cross the roads, for going out with me to Ginza when I desperately needed one honey green tea with double pearls less ice, a plate of chicken rice AND a big bowl of yong tau fu stuff all for myself because I was weak from hunger and fatigue after 7.30am-11.30am volleyball training.