Exams are Over!

Finally the dreaded period is over! When the group went down to Williamstown for fish and chips after church last Sunday before my last paper, I was already half into the celebratory mood. But alas, the last paper was rather 'bewildering', with horrendous typos that I had to call the examiner to confirm the words (think cut and paste, and made mistakes with editing), and most of all, I even had time to think about life.

So again, as the daylight lasts longer, the few of us headed down to Mornington Peninsular. We did some cherry picking (or rather, cherry tasting), a winery lunch, skip rocks at the Acrombe Maze and enjoy the sea breeze at Cape Schank.

Times like these, I really love the cell group, love Melbourne. I'm saying this because there might be a chance I might just make the last exams my very last. This trip back home should throw things into perspective a little.

But still, I'm welcoming the holidays with wide open arms!!!

Cape Schank

Acrombe Maze 

Ching and Pete picking cherries 

Cat or Husband

A friend of mine found this on ebay. And I was still telling him that afternoon that I have made the promise to my 19 year old moggie that I'll not marry anyone who will not love him (the cat). Looks like I'm not the only one thinking this way.

Cat or Husband- My Sentiments

I Really Hate Numbers

This has to be divine confirmation, I can't do numbers for the world. Paper number 2 on Management Accounting was a disaster, and I'll be happy to be given 49.5 (rounded to the nearest ten), and pass. I've done my part, did 2 rounds of 3am in Bailieu library the nights before, plus decent rounds of practising.

Surprisingly I wasn't the least depressed after the paper, considering I had no time to even attempt 37 marks of the paper.

On the flip side, I got an sms from my finance assignment partner at midnight regarding our assignment. It says that we got one of the highest marks. I was nursing a bad case of stomach flu then, and replied with a obligatory 'oh, good work!' type of sms.

Only this morning did I discovered, OH MY GOD.. we did indeed get the highest, ahead of the walking oriental calculators in class. And if you seriously looked at the way we went about doing it in a let's-get-this-out-of-the-way manner (we completed the assignment 1 week before the deadline, my first record), you know how I feel when I saw the marks in disbelief. It's again a divine revelation that I can WRITE and REASON and ANALYSE, but give me a calculator and you're better off giving it to my cat to add.

That being said, I have lots of thank God for in this time of exams.

1)For the everyday pals whom you meet routinely for coffee, for mugging together, talking about the everyday mundane stuff that gets you through.

2)For a special friend who has appeared so timely, drove me to Chapel St for a coffee at midnight when I was sad, and appeared at my door when I was sick. For changing how Friday nights are spent, and just trudging life with me.

3)For the person who appears and says the right thing at the right time, for praying with me and whose presence is always downright assuring.

4)For the night babe who chats with me, the day babe who reads my email...

5)To the lovely couple staying behind me, who fed me well not for the return of my mediocre company, but for the of love for a quiet and company-deprived sister.

This list of by no means exhaustive, just something to think about on a Saturday morning, when you just had the crappiest exam 2 days ago, the pukiest illness, and a harrowing subject that beckons you to study. Such thoughts keep me alive. God loves me.

1 Down, 3 to Go

I have this imaginary thought running too many times today: When I finally touch down at Changi Airport, I'll kiss the ground.

I'm not patriotic, but I do feel a longing to be home this time. And I'll be back on Dec 3, to reunite to the familarity of friends and family. I thank God for the friends I have here, but maybe it's the culture of 'let's go out now' (and having your own wheels) that I miss really much.

Part of the reason why I'm saying this is because I'm bugged with 3 more papers, all I'll gladly exchange a pass grade for it if they exempt me from the exams. The conclusion is: no interest= no pride = no outcome to be proud of.

Speaking of studying, the library at 3am did turn into quite a commune- everyone's relatively nice to everyone. I get smiles when I come out of the toilet, the guys outside playing soccer at midnight. there's a quiet buzz as all the last-minute crammers huddle together to run their last lap.

Soon, I'll be home...