Running out of minutes

I've got that Monday blues. No matter how filled up or free my timetable is, I can never love Mondays. Oh, unless I'm on a term break. Then everyday is a Sunday. My day of rest.

I am seriously running out of minutes. People go like "whoa" when they hear about my phone plan. And wonder how I manage to finish all of those minutes. Seriously though, its not enough. 1500 minutes and 100 texts for month is just not working out for me. Screw the texts, I need more minutes. It'd be nice if they gave me international texts though. They're too many days in a month, too little minutes to spend. Yes, talking to my Azman is never enough. Sometimes time just pass by without you knowing it. Especially when you're on the phone. I still call family, but I still reach to the same conclusion that my minutes are not enough. I'm fine with them charging me for excess usage. But Bloody Hell! 17.5% of VAT! What's that to some, but I'm an international sponsored student with lots of financial constraints. Seriously, they're robbing me poor! It's bad enough that I'm already poor!

It's annoying reading PPE ( Philosophy, Politics and Economics - Triple Honours ) because they expect you to do massive reading on your own. There's never time, let's be honest. I don't go out much, yet there still isn't enough time to read all the bloody necessary reading, what more the recommended readings! Do people not have a sense of logic? It doesn't help either if your lecturers are sooo interesting! They put in sooo much effort to make the lectures interesting! NOT!

My politics lecturer is Greek. She's plain annoying. I can't stand her. Then again, nobody can. She throws everything in your face. Put simply, her lectures aren't conducive for note-taking. She talks so fast you can never write down anything. When she stresses on the fact that this and that is important for exams, she talks even faster. Sometimes it doesn't sound like English at all to me! Its hard enough that when she speaks normally, it still doesn't sound like English. Yes, cut me a lot of slack, my mother tongue is Malay. Even local Brits can't understand her. Her weird accent. Oh yeah, she has a pHD in Politics. Why can't she just photocopy her notes and just pass it on to all of us? Saves us all the hassle.

More whinings will come. Oh yes, I'm going to dinner now. In The Great Hall. In The Castle. Very Grand, but you'll be surprised to hear me bitching about it later.

Why did I take Philosophy ?

Why ? More precisely, why was I forced to take the module : Knowledge and Reality? I remembered the first assignment given : to summarise Descartes' Meditation I.

God, philosophers have got to be the saddest sadist that ever existed! So Tasha, its not just award winning English writers. Philosophers too! Here's an extract from Descartes' Meditation VI, one of the famous craps I have to read and refer to all the time. All I know is at this point, I hate him so much! I despise him! If he was alive I'd curse him! And I know he's a genius and all, but seriously....

"Because, on the one hand, I have a clear and distinct idea of myself, as only a thinking and unextended thing, and as, on the other hand, I possess a distinct idea of body.. only an unextended and unthinking thing, it is certain that I am entirely and truly distinct from my body, and may exist without it"

He is basically saying that the mind and the body are two separate things. Because previously he was thinking otherwise.

Don't you just "love" him ?

I'm back

I know. I keep changing blogs like how I change my phone numbers. Or like how I change my phones. But I can't help it. I need a fresh look. I pretty much screwed up the last one , but it'll always be up and running for sentimental purposes. It's been a long, long while since I last blogged (in any blogs for all that matters), I know. But undeniably it does take up a significant portion of your time no matter how you look at it. Especially when you want to put up all the pictures. Ah well. Blogs have always been my anonymous bitching platform. This function will always perform itself no matter what.

It's a Saturday morning, right before brunch. I'm missing my darling Azman so so much. It's great to be in love. It's great to have someone there for you all the time. I'm sure everyone has been there before. But being in a long distance relationship is not something that can be taken lightly. Initially I was a non-believer in long distance relationships. But we've been together close to 14 months now, and still going on strong. I have countless friends who believed that it was never going to work, and I'm trying to hard not to rub it in your faces people, you might run back to you mommies and cry so hard. But truth is, as skeptical as all of the others were, I made your 1 month mark. Your 2 months mark. Your 6 months mark. And guess what ? We made it past one year, and we're still standing as strong as ever. I know many others have been in relationships longer than this, but this is by far the longest for me, so it's a pretty damn big deal for me. Maybe I should send another reminder out there, this is in fact, without any reasonable doubt, MY blog. My personal space. My platform of freedom of speech. If you don't like it, then you're not welcomed here either. If you're offended by my posts, then you were probably supposed to feel that way. I know it's extremely bitchy of me, but let's face it. Deep down every other bloggers would like to say the same thing. But, =) I was just establishing some ground rules.

I'm going to get ready for brunch now. The only reason while I'm still studying in Durham Univeristy, University College, a.k.a The Castle, is because I'm enjoying reading my degree - Philosophy, Politics and Economics. That's all. There's pretty much nothing left to do here. Except for clubbing and drinking every night. And people talking massively about it the next day. How shallow.

After brunch I'm going to chat with the dearest beloved Azman. I have so much to bitch about. But I have a stomach to fill.

Till then