[C'EST MOI]
living paradox. individualist with anarchistic tendencies.
eludes eminence but appreciates subtle recognition.
capricious yet dependable. clandestine and unfathomable.
cynical realist who succumbs to the occasional idealism.
[J'AIME]
music. films. feasting & drinking. team sports.
good company; family, friends and those who share similar interests.
Somehow I feel I have been somewhat isolating myself lately.
It's not so bad at school because I'm constantly running from class to class with my comfortable clique of 4. Most of the time almost 100% concentration is on work, work, work, and I'm fine by it.
But when I get back to hall, I'm pretty much alone. Not that I'm complaining, because I've already gotten used to staying alone and not socialising much - I stayed 'high up in the mountains' for a whole year.
It's a two-way thing, actually.
The fact that I don't have many friends in hall and the people around are somewhat on a different wavelength; and I myself am tired of the long process of getting to know people on a deeper level which will probably lead to the discovery of some common interest that we share.
So everyday when I return from my lessons, I automatically turn to my isolation mode. I live in a world of my own.
I'm not sure if I'd like things to change. I really don't mind being on my own. Of course it'd be nice if I could have a regular, comfortable, group of friends to be around with after lessons, but if I don't, it doesn't bother me that much too.
I think I'm slowly becoming a more passive and phlegmatic individual. A classic case of how people change with the circumstances.
Is it a bad thing?
Me aside.
My Neurobiology lecturer has an uncanny resemblance to someone famous. More like notorious. But it's not his appearance. It's his malevolent sadism. Plus the fact that he's from Germany, he really reminds me of Hitler.
He has a major attitude. Other than the fact that he like to mumble alot, he seems to enjoy making us feel uneasy and suppressed.
He torments us with arrow-sharp questions and relishes in the perplexed looks on our faces as we struggle with flipping through his 100-page notes. The more helpless and lost we are, the more his eyes sparkle and the more curved his thin lips become.
During our tutorial today (of which most answers to the questions could not be found in our texts or the notes), he asked if anyone wanted to volunteer to stand at the front of the class so he could ask some questions that are not in the tutorial. As expected, no one was brave enough to stand up to the challenge. We all sat low in our own seats.
Then, instead of saying something encouraging or to prompt some people to volunteer, he actually said, "Who wants to get scolded? No one? Sure?"
He's mad I tell you.
Then he went through the tutorial questions, but no one dared to speak up and share their answers because for every sentence you give, he challenges you with 5: Where did you get that from? Is it a scientific journal? Which journal was it? Who wrote it? When was it published?
Arghhhhhhh....
And since no one could contribute their work and he just continued mumbling comments on his slides, we pretty much didn't get any answers at all.
I suspect he may have had a traumatic childhood. Maybe his dad was in the military and his mum was a science teacher. Together, they drilled science into him as soon as he could start mumbling.
(In German)
'Spell hypothalamus!'
'Mumble mumble mumble...'
'Trace the sympathetic nervous system! Wrong! You idiot!! Do it again and do it RIGHT!!'
'Mumble sob mumble sob....'
Alas, he grew up becoming the man he is now. Mumbling, sadism and all.
[Time of Confession] 1:20 PM 0 Wisecracks for Me
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