I have a newfound sense of calm.
It can probably be explained by this (abridged) version of Rafidah's Strat prof's analogy:
First you go jogging, and you feel stitches, but you keep jogging.
Next you feel absolute pain (I think this is the point where you start oozing liquids and hacking... stitches become loving pet chinchillas in comparison). Being the brave (borderline idiot) that you are, you keep jogging.
Until finally, you break that final threshold of pain (I don't know if you break anything else) and you feel like you can jog on forever.

Yes, I reiterate to the world at large: Go on, give me more work. I would love to see when I break my final threshold of pain... have given up feeling stressed, I just want to get things out of my Out tray. Better yet if it's something I'm actually good at, like analysis.

Just a note though: Ever noticed how analysis starts with "anal"? Food for thought.

And to all my SMU friends: Guys... relax. I'm here for you if you need to blab. Please take good care of yourselves, it breaks my heart to see you guys wrecked up... I shall attempt to tend to everyone that I can. Don't feel ashamed to ask for attention yeah? And to my group mates: I'm working on it....

Loads of love.

I haven't blogged for some time, so I suppose some updates are in order.

Firstly a holler to all my non-Singaporean friends. I'm alive guys, just that loads of work piling up.

I haven't seen much of the others recently, not even the ones within 1km of me in SMU, but I happened to have lunch with Lorri, Ben Tan and Shashank today. It was really hilarious, because we were sitting at the al fresco bit of the cafeteria halfway through lunch it started raining heavily.
When i say heavy, i mean heavy. As in: Water in your hair, shoes, socks, fingers, brain kinda wet. The canvas cover was drawn, so we were... in theory... sheltered.
But theory is a dangerous thing, isn't it?

Ben: ... Maybe we should move the table in a little? I think Mel's getting drenched by the rain.
Me: Yes. Thank you.
*We shift. Two minutes later*
Lorri: Ohh I am sooo damn cold!
Shashank: Here Lorraine! *stretching out his arms*
Lorri: NO I'M FINE NOW!
Ben: ...Maybe we should shift in a little more?

Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
Ten minutes and three meters inward later:
Me: Ooh is that a frog?
Lorri: Where?
Me: There!
Lorri+Ben: Where?
Me: There! At the doorway!
Lorri+Ben+Shashank: Where??
Me: There! At the stone step!
Lorri: Oh goodness, it is a frog!
*They watch in silence as it swims off*

And on our way up to the library, Lorri and I passed by the upper quad, which was flooded in timid puddles and were on their way to becoming a tributary.
Me: I see ecosystems forming in the near future. Oh look! Primal life forms!
Lorri: This is disgusting... my sandals are wet and I feel sick.
Me: Sweetie, you ain't got the worst of it. My sandals are felt. I don't just feel wet grains of sand. I feel mould growing into its third generation.

Ah... The joy of rainy days.