JYSim for jobless-yokel Sim

Roommate no. 1 is playing computer games again, or probably watching anime or comics on the net. His life is composed of mainly 3 things - computer games, anime, and comics. Roommate no. 2 went out to God-Knows-Where. But he’ll definitely return before 11 and start rattling his BenQ notebook trying to finish his Bio Lab report. Roommate no. 3 is speaking to his handsfree again, such phone calls will last approximately 3 hours every night. Though he speaks very softly, but you don’t need an idiot to tell that it’s a more-than-friends relationship. However he strongly denies that it’s his whoever. Roommate no. 4 (me) is typing aimlessly into this 2-star keyboard. Sometimes the ‘enter’ key got stuck and a 2-page document will end up with 59-pages. The keyboard feel is no good but I bought it anyhow because it’s cheap - my primary concern.
Today I woke up at 9, brushed my teeth (or did I) and went out for breakfast. I saw this marshmellows in 7-11 and it reminded me of how i used to love marshmellows. I tapau my breakfast and went back to my room. Before eating, I noticed that my garbage bin is literally a compressed block composed of tissue paper, plastic wrappers, strips of paper not big enough for scribbling, co-curriculur clubs fliers and 7-11 magnets. I forced myself to set the sandwitch down and ’settle’ the bin issue.
At around 11 our class gathered in front of the girls’ dorm entrance. One of our classmate decided not to pursue her medical studies (for unknown reasons), so we wrote her a HUGE card with our signatures on it. This one particular classmate decided to start babbling with how’s life different in different parts of Taiwan which took up 1/4 of the page. Anyway, it is a touching card, though incomplete. I had lunch with my 3-other classmates in the restaurant I ate 3 lunches and 4 dinners last week.
After lunch I tried to nap for an hour, but…(drum rolls) a light earthquake happens. Nothing is different except that my roommate no. 3, who knows I’m from an earthquake-free country, says to me ‘that’s an earthquake’. So, how do I feel? The whole experience is just like going through light turbulent airwaves on China Airlines. Nothing fell down or broke, even my famed-unbalanced bicycle still stood erect.
After the unmemorable earthquake I went to the library in hope of resuming my long-lost biology. I see endless stars in citric acid cycle and oxidative phosphorylation, wonder what’s that called in Chinese. Library is as quiet as usual, the silence is partly contributed by dozens of students sleeping on the comfortable couches. Our library couches are famed for their comfort, though I haven’t actually seated on one before. What I usually do in the library was - study, flip through 大藏經 not knowing what it is talking about, and squashing people between shelves (due to restricted space the library bookshelves are made in such that they can be shifted through rotating a mechanism similar to erecting the sail of a ship. If you found your long-lost book on a shelve and decides to stay there and indulge yourself in the literature spectrum you might be squashed when I spin the wheel just for fun).
After dinner with a Daddy-like senior I went back to the library. On the way I found my Malaysian senior who’s responsible for air tickets and she revealed to me (second drum roll) that MAS has flights from Penang to Taipei!! I observed and researched MAS’ flight routes for years and I never knew MAS has flights from Penang to Taipei. All right, it’s not direct, but with only a 30-minute stop in Kota Kinabalu, it’s definitely better than having to endure 4-shaky hours onboard China Airlines. I can’t believe it at first and she promised she’ll upgrade me to First if the flight is non-existant. I cheerfully accepted and joined in the ticket-purchase.
Back to the library I thought of wading in more stars for another 2 hours until the library closes and the manager politely taps my shoulder asking me to leave (he did that twice already). That gives me great satisfaction because being the last person to leave the library means I’m the most hardworking among all library users! (nerd).
However, reality deviates. I can’t stand seeing more stars at 8.45. nd I made the wrong decision to flip through my teacher’s notes. That produced even more stars and they are more than ready to assemble into a galaxy. By 9.01 I was drowned in a pacific ocean of stars.
Acting pathetically, I picked up my books and bid goodbye to my equally-hardworking Malaysian senior before dejectedly cycling back to my room. Rommate no. 3’s direct senior bought him a cup of something, which made me feel a little more sad, cos my direct senior is half-invisible (ok, he’ll help me register for my mobile this Thursday, I gotta appreciate that). Then, seeing my other classmates working hard on their biology lab report (which I’ve already completed), I was half-freaked out. Maybe I’ll sweet-talk some girls to send their reports over so that I can ‘refer’.
Never sleep later than 1, it kills.

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