Over the past month, I’ve sat for 3 exams, and I have one last exam before our Christmas break in the coming week. At this point, I’m already so used to the idea of exams that any stress I feel barely shows anymore.
Basically what exams do to me now is give me a ton of unnecessary cravings and at least one or two super odd dreams every week. I think that’s just the hidden stress going all “Hey Jing, lookie who’s still living and lurking around inside your head hehehehe.”
I moved right before the summer break and this new place doesn’t have an oven, otherwise I’d probably make jars and jars of cookies to nibble on. Instead, what I do now is experiment with mugcakes at 12 in the am when that much sugar would probably just settle into a puddle in my tummy. And I can confidently tell you that the two hands-down best mugcakes of all time are The Instructable’s 5-minute Chocolate Cake (which is SO easy to make and so very modifiable), and Kirby’s Nutella Mug Cake! I think I’ve tried several other chocolate and fruit mug cakes, but nothing works better than Nutella. Nutella is just an explosion of awesomeness. Nectar of the heavens. Yum.
So about those odd dreams. Last week, I dreamt that I sat for a 70-question test, where the passing mark was 35/70. The results were released a week after the test, and to know our score, we had to go to our teacher who would let us scan through a list of names with the corresponding score. The teacher turned out to be my former Accounts teacher, Puan Siti Rahmah (which, what. I didn’t even like her that much), and I managed a horribly dismal 28/70. Which meant that I failed! What. And the name below mine scored full marks! WHUT. And Puan Siti Rahmah was all sympathetic about it and said “Let’s sit down and talk about why you failed.” I lost it right about there.
And just last night, I dreamt that my sister and two of my friends were dying. Yep. I went with one of them to the clinic for a checkup and discovered that he had polyps in his upper GI tract and that he had only 3-4 years left to live. Then I found out that my sister and another friend have Wernicke-Korsakoff Syndrome and have 2.5 years left to live before they would die. That made zero sense, because WKS is basically a Vitamin B1 deficiency which mostly happens to chronic alcoholics. Plus my sister had a T-shirt with the word “Wernicke” printed in massive print, along with loads of tiny descriptions of the illness all over. I woke up very confused.
I actually don’t really know what the point of this post was. I think I just got bored and my brain went “Hey, why not write an incoherent post for fun?” So yeah. I hope you had fun reading! :P And oh! Do try those mugcakes if you have a mug and a microwave. They are so amazing you will love them for the rest of you lives. Honest.