Mound, Hill and Mountain

Remember how your primary teachers used to tell you that life was smooth sailing after UPSR? Remember how your secondary teachers used to tell you that life was smooth sailing after SPM? Remember how your JC teachers used to tell you that life was smooth sailing after A-Levels?

I feel deceived. For all this while, they have insinuated in me the belief that after each academic hurdle, the burden of studying would simply evaporate. For all this while, I have held hope of a comfortable, easy-paced life following each major exam.

Apparently, all these are lies. The teachers are not entirely blamed though. It is my assumption that forms part of the illusion. It is a naive longing for dry land after sailing through stormy seas, only to find that the next day holds an even more unpromising weather.

Welcome to university life. Loaded with lecture notes of almost incorrigible sentences, voluminous textbook that banishes you to the realm of snores and dreams, the three compulsory hall activities that must be taken if you wish to stay on in hall (apparently, the minima may rise to four given that people are overloading...), and the headache of trying to organise these within a 24-hour time scale.

Since I have been passive for so long, I guess it would be just to update the post of my latest doings. I am acting in the Raffles Hall Musical entitled " Rendezvous" as the butler. Small role... Practice spans from 8pm to 12 am very weekday. However, practice is good since it is an avenue to unwind after a full day of lectures, tutorials, and practicals.

From my most humble, scrappy experience of daily affairs, be they large or small, life itself is like pushing a boulder up a mound and down, only to behold in dismay, a hill, then up the hill and down again to face an even taller mountan. Yup, the never-ending cycle of viciousness. That's life.