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What is Stress?

One week into the starting of this blog, I am gonna complain about school for the second time. =B

I was feeling suffocated just now. My chest was tight. Tummy ached. After sharing my feelings with my girl, I realised that I was indeed stressed. Sunday is coming to an end, more importantly, the mid-term break is coming to an end, and I have not finished the things I set out to do.

Although this semester seems to be the slackiest of all sems, just 3 prescribed and 1 core, the work seems endless. one sw testing lab report every fortnight, each require at least 5-6 hours of effort to compile. And then there's robotics lab report due soon, i never even used matlab before. ha ha. Never was I so hardworking, stay in the library till it closes for almost 4 days per week. But that's still not enough. I am still behind in revision for every subject. Then there is also FYP, despite spending all my time after lesson in lab, I still can't finish it yet. Report is due 2 weeks. How? And then there's something call preparation work for job hunting. Submitting applications and preparing documents also require hours of effort. Attending recruitment talks, going for openhouses, all take up time. Then what about the economics essays I need to write? Can't believe for just 1 more au, I need to work so much more. Its such a torture to engine-students who spend more time working out problems than writing essays. Its good thing mobile is merely difficult and there is no lab work. But then there are quizzes coming up soon.

The complains at HWzone bout SCE course (reduced-workload) being tough by some freshmen seem to be some kinda joke. Cuz never in my four years I felt as suffocated as now. Never hear the SA old-timers complain before. But all these ramblings sure make me feel better. And if you reading this is suffering as well, you have a friend in the same boat. You can give me your comments and vent out your frustration. =)


//Good thing I have my mahjong kakis to destress me once in a while. Thanks!

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