《领悟》

可能是从《孩子，我为什么打你》来的题目吧？文章说母亲在孩子拥有童年的智慧，为了教训孩子而打孩子；幼时不打，长大了也不打。所以我写出这文章，题目是《领悟》。

[目的是为了A水准的花纹考试做准备。。。啊，睡觉醒来就地去考试了啦！]

《领悟》

我小时候不怎么喜欢和母亲相处。母亲对我来说是非常苛刻的人，她要我补习，我不肯，结果总是被妈妈挨打。我不明白，其他的小孩似乎无忧无虑的能到处玩耍，我怎么却不能呢？幼时的我，认为母亲存在的唯一目的是为了折磨我，约束我，带给我无比的怨恨。

有一次，我没有把乘法表背熟。母亲生气了。当时，好像面对着火山即将爆发的心情，而火山是无法阻挡的强威的力量。母亲随手操起在烫衣板上面的藤条，狠狠地把我打成一团抽搭着的悲惨人物。我缩成一团，目的是为了保户自己，我抱着双脚，将身体检查一遍，以泪冲洗红肿的被藤条肆虐过的地方。我好像一只狼狈的小狗，浸泡在自己的悲哀之中。

经过时间的过去，岁月的累积，我朦朦胧胧的成长。如今，竟然是即将准备考试的少年。

可能是思想比较成熟了吧，现在我说的算。我痛恨的补习课程全都一扫而空；学习方式由我自己作主。我和母亲发生争执的纪律也减少了。

昨天，母亲特地为了我而尝试新的烹饪手法，她住的南瓜汤是从真正的南瓜里程出来的。虽然这是她第一次的尝试，汤也不知怎么的消失了，但是我能感受得到无比的温暖。今天也是如此，我在温习的当儿中，母亲就会开门，递给我新鲜挤出的橙汁。橙汁鲜甜，在我为考试而愁的时候带来了清爽的滋味。我意识到，母亲其实是疼我的！原来，她一直就在我的身边鼓励我，为我的将来作出贡献。

小学时期的补课，是她用血汗钱供我上课的；

要我多加的练习，是希望我能考入相当不错的中学；

甚至中学O’水准考试期间，是她放了假，每天下午为我煮丰富的午餐，这也是为了让我能有精神温习。

母亲的关照和伟大被我完完全全的错怪了！

看着她在沙发上熟睡的样子-啊！应该是等着我就寝后才睡觉额，但是因过度的劳累而预先睡觉- 我发誓长大成人的时候，我要好好地报答母亲。我领悟到了她的一番苦心，因为打于不打也是爱。小时候的幼稚想法被成熟所取代。现在恳请母亲别为我操心，因为我已经是半个大人了；请您耐心的等待，等待着我能够孝敬您的那一天。

[这文章在半睡半醒中一个字一个字的打出。。。                                                                                                           所以，可能出了许多差错，在这恳求读者的谅解。]

Quote

An adapted Newton's third law of motion: "For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction; for what you give, you get something in return, and the more you give, the more you get back in reciprocation."
-Me

Anyway, Chinese A levels is tomorrow and I'm quite worried because there's no time to prepare and I'm left with quite alot of stuff to do. Oh well one day left! It's time to enter serious mode and dao everything but the essentials and focus to the max. I thank someone who has been here for me always and encouraging me and drawing funny stuff on some printing that I asked a favor for. You jiayou too (:

A Quote

"You don't have to look forward to life, just live for the moment." - Tisa

...

Anyways, a little on my personality. I kinda got inspired by my friend. Whose blog reads like a collection of GP essays.
At the start of the year, my chemistry teacher got us to say a chemical compound that represented ourselves, or something along those lines. I forgot what I chose, but i do remember that I explained it was because I felt that my personality is faceted and there are many sides to a person (and hence got teased about having multiple personalities. Okay, there are sides of me that nobody knows about, but still, it's not really multiple personality...)
Anyways, I stand by my explanation then, because it is true that nobody is fully transparent. Some may be hard to read and others extremely obvious, but nobody will ever know everything about another person, not even between spouses and the like. And by extension, there are different sides of yourself that you would show to different people... talking about nothing in particular with some, about politics and other "higher-order thinging" with others, and keeping some secrets of your own. That is what makes us humans so interesting, because when you peel back layer after layer and perhaps chance upon the essence of what makes a person who he or her is, there is a form of gratification and joy that someone else is letting you intrude upon what is essentially an increasing level of private space.
So to link it back to myself, I think that I fit this model quite well. Sometimes I feel like a fluid, flowing smoothly from one container to another, and yet with those whom i disagree with i may become hard and unmovable- the clashing of personalities. Perhaps human relations are all about adapting to another person's views, no? There is no one-size-fits-all solution to every friend or person you encounter, because nobody's personality is exactly the same. If you're lucky, some may be much more amicable in this respect, paving the way for a closer friendship, or even closer.

...
Got slightly carried away.
I think that's about all I wanted to blog about, so bye for now.

P.S.
Happy birthday once more SL, even though your birthday has passed by about two hours already! Your birthday may be over, but it simply marks the start of a new 17 year old SL who's ready to face anything thrown her way. 向前走吧！May you continue to grow and blossom. Just don't take on that much on your plate... it's slightly worrying :P
(this must be like at least the fourth birthday greeting)

On how I have changed.

Anyway, I was having another mini hyperness outbreak kind of thing from Monday to Friday, meaning that I slept 4 hours a day on average because of things like OP, life, and.. well... what was I doing, again? -.- Anyway. So I crashed and started sleeping later and later until finally I collapsed and conked out for 11 hours till 11am this morning. I woke up feeling really guilty. This means that I can't keep up the 4-hour-a-day-sleep thing in order to (finally) start on Chinese. This is very bad. It means I'm going to screw bio O, OP and all the extra tutorials that have come my way this last week. Because Chinese is far, far more important for now, and I haven't studied, and it's in a week and about two hours from now. Oh, shucks. Makes me wonder why I'm writing this bog post at all when I really should be studying.

So, anyway, on why and how I have changed:
I think that people around you affect you, even change your personality at times.
For example: Ms Yeo from primary school gave me  "Get the picture?" even though I don't use it now;
The World Of Magic (handphone game I played way too excessively in December 2010 after O'levels) gave me a nickname for that game (cookie); "un" (it means yes in informal Japanese) and other random stuff that I rarely use now because I'll be seen as weird if I do;
SL gave me a more cheerful deposition and many smileys (thanks! (:  ).
... Yeah, that's about it.

Chorale on Saturday was very funny. Especially after lunch during Fringe practice. Fringe is an accapella group I'm in and we're doing songs to prepare for the upcoming Chorale concert.
Now, I really shouldn't say this, but it's really too funny to not blog about this. So I'm going to compromise by not mentioning names at all... :D (Sorry to you if you're reading it, person-in-question!!)
So, this miss was happily singing and since she was the only one in her section (the other soprano left earlier for OP) when she screwed up it derailed the entire group. So once when she accidentally already started wrongly from the very beginning and Jiarong gently pointed that out she blushed furiously and laughed and hid her face behind C's (the lone alto, since her comrade was sick and helping out with something else in the LT we were rpacticing in) back. And various other permutations leading to more blushing. It was very epic and very entertaining. I'm sorry for being a sadist or something, but such behaviour is generally very, very cute. Also displayed by C in my class and another girl (both having similar-sounding names). The latter is made more obvious when she rarely does so and the red can actually show through her brown skin. *cough cough*

WE INTERRUPT YOU THIS BLOGPOST TO BRING A PIECE OF EXTREMELY GRAVE NEWS.
my eldest sister's boyfriend's dad is in critical condition. Hope he pulls through tonight. Praying for him now.. >.< Death, it is inevitable... yet...  whatever his will is, I hope he has no regrets, either if he wants to live, or if he... let's move on.

• went back to see my old house. Nearly cried.
• Friend came over. Wanted to study. Didn't do much. So later must do more.
• Bye for now. Sigh.

Tempest.

Ah-ha. The practice of using a full-stop to conclude my blog post title is back with this post. At least for now. Maybe it signifies a shift back towards more emo periods. If you would look through my blog posts from the first few to the later ones (NOT including this month's. Wherein many stuff happened, to put it very simply.) you would fine that the general tone of my voice has changed and become quite a lot happier, and consequently, quite alot more cutesy and childish (is what I think).

I got the rare moment of returning home alone without spamming people on whatsapp and/or SMSes today. It gave me the chance of revisiting my inner emo. I don't know if it's welcome or not, but even though some things do change, sometimes others would have stayed comfortingly, reassuringly constant. Anyways... shall keep it short and go straight to the main story of the day. And then fall sound asleep.

So, a dear friend of mine fell sick, somewhat, in the morning.

It broke my heart somewhat,because when you see someone whom you know is generally healthy and happy-go-lucky etc fall sick, presumably due to how things have been developing (falling sick is NOT a good signal). And blah blah but i just dozed off twice already, so who cares...

The other friend, too, has been sick for quite a llong while but I'm not going to say anythin because he's just quite seriously stupid. According to my point of view. I mean, sure, good that you're dedicated to your friends, but health first, no? Everything else can happen afterew[a[waes[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[
oops. So anw.... yea. Felt realyly bad expecally when i clarified a little more during individual convos. I want to do something for them.. can't go over and hug them tho (sigh) but what else? i can only smile weakly, give a bitter smile, and pray (to anyone who'd listen) that they get better. I think the discussions took everything out of their mental and physical health... while due to my nature (at times a huge curse, but perfect for forgetting things that need ot be forgotten) i was having it much much easier. kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk oh shit really skeeping. K bye bye.

I dunno what to title stuff anymore...

Very, very tired now. I don't know why either when I've slept so much like a (skinny) little pig... So, I'm going to briefly talk about stuff today and yesterday and then go sleep early like a good boy.

• Just saw my friend's blog post (Oct 12th). So it may be a little outdated... I really hope it is, because if it isn't, it means that I've been deluding myself and living in a sort of farce and thinking that all the world's nice and happy when it isn't. This just got me quite worried.
• Someone sent me a cute picture of something called "The Various Stages Of Sleep". I think the pic suits me very aptly. Now, I've just passed the "extremely hyper" stage. I don't know what stage i am in now. Maybe it's the "hyperness gone but still awake but going to keel over at any moment" stage.
• In the morning, I was in school trying to read my Time magazine but I kept falling sleep for an hour or so until Chinese started.
• The Chinese teacher gave us all a curry puff with potato filling. Thank God for that... or else I wouldn't have survived till 2pm for lunch.
• Chorale at 11.20am cos Chinese finished earlier than expected. Nai Nai wanted more practices but the teacher has his H2 Chinese class to go to and so he said he'd put it in the class pigeonholes on Monday.
• More chorale pract (accapella group Fringe after 3pm, till 6pm).
• Finished reading Time after dinner. Notables:
• #1. On Iceland: "Imagine that you have a dog, and I have a cat... You sell me the dog for one billion, and I sell you the cat for one billion. Now we are no longer pet owners but Icelandic banks, with a billion dollars in new assets."
• #2. "Imagine you're buying a mobile phone that retails for $100. At the store, you learn the same phone sells for $75 two blocks away. Now imagine that you're buying a ski jacket for $800. At the shop, you learn that the same coat foes for $775 at a branch two blocks away. Do you walk to that branch? If you're like most people, you answered yes to the first question but no to the second"- Well, I'm sorry, but I'm not most people... I'd rather exercise, and I don't see the need to buy ski jackets in the first place, anyway! Singapore's a tropical country, for Pete's sake.

So, about yesterday. I shall focus on Bio O cos that's the bulk of yesterday. And because I told someone that I'd blog about it. It was a journey of fails that enlightened me to my sad, sad prospects in Bio O...

• Slept during the one hour theory lecture before the practical started. Oops.
• Did hand sectioning of plants (the in-charge called this being 'human microtomes'... A microtome is a spacial machine that cuts thin slices of tissue to be mounted on slides). This involves breaking a razor blade into two, and using one half to cut thin slices of plant stem tissue (non-woody) and mount them on slides after staining with dye. Apparently the in-charge told us wrongly. He said 2-3minutes, but someone stained for one minute and got far better results. My stem slices were too thick -.-
• Looked at slides of plants under a light microscope. Couldn't identify much.
• Lunch: The school cat was posing for me. The greedy little thing then went and clamoured for food from me... it put its paws on the bench and stared at me and licked its lips. So I gave it two slices of chicken... >< Grr sometimes stuff are so cute that they're irrisistible.
• Back to the bio lab. Started on microbiology...
• Didn't know how to use a micropipette (measures volumes from 1ml to 1/1000ml, depending on the type of pipette. There were 3). Got my bio teacher who sat in to teach me.
• Couldn't really calculate the dilution factor thing... didn't even know what that was! I envied the bio RA (raffles academy) people who had many practices with the micropipettes already. So I obviously ran out of time. Felt so hapless.
• Last practical was working with a mixture of bacteria (E.coli and something else... oh, no, I need to ask someone knowledgable... ><)... we were doing Gram staining.
  E.coli was supposed to be pink. So after all the staining (added on to the pink on my fingers from the sectioning earlier on) I went to check my microscope. Then voila! Got pink stuff and funny purple stuff in clumps. I couldn't make them out clearly... so I went to get the emulsion oil from the teacher. She said only for those who were ready and I felt pretty ready so I went to get the thing... It looks like an oversized bottle of eyedrops but yellow in colour. And you add a drop to the top of the cover slip on the slide and inch the platform up until the 100X objective lens just touches the oil... then you use the fine adjustment knob to adjust to get a nice clear view because the oil is supposed to act as a second lens to further magnify the image. I was walking around from table to table because people were stealing the oil emulsion bottle left and right... >< then i finally took it and put a drop of oil on my cover slip and put the bottle of oil somewhere. So... the oil didn't help at all. I couldn't see anything afterwards. Another fail: We were supposed to disinfect everything by passing the bottle of bacterial culture across an open flame. So: I couldn't turn on the flame because the knob was too hard (it was a can of LPG, ODAC-style) and a (female!) teacher had to prise it open for me and light it up; then i turned off the flame and when i needed it again the lighter REFUSED TO BUDGE. So I gave up and took my own lighter and used it to light the thing. Then I forgot to flame everything: The mouth of the vial of bacteria; the slides; the wire loop used to take out a little bit of bacterial culture to put on the slides. So my hands were full of E.coli  after the practical and when i went home. So  I didn't dare to touch any orifice of my body (mouth, nose) for the rest of the day until I was done bathing.

A Spammage of Posts

Yea, that's what it seems like recently, no? Haha >.<
Actually i have lots and lots of crap to do and i haven't gotten started and i shouldn't be doing this but oh well -.-

• Today I didn't feel too good from the start. Maybe it's something to do with stress (wait... who has stress??? I'm stress-free!!!! >.<") or something about sleeping at 5.30am and waking up at 6.30am (with a 2hr nap before that, of course) or some emotional baggage (seems quite alot better today... thankfully. I won't know what to do if it didn't.) etc... but i felt nauseous all the way, even now, even though I'm much better, especially after sleeping for about 4 hours (wasn't planned... I flipped a page of Time magazine, then conked out). So in the morn, I ate about one small bite of sausage bread and gave up. The sausage tasted very grainy and my stomach was in a tight knot (still is... somewhat...) and the bread tasted like weird fluff that wasn't edible. Recess... drank a cup of hot tea and ate half of a small chicken burger. I'm sorry to waste food, but I really couldn't take eat anymore. Then it was out class monitor's birthday and I wanted to eat a slice of cake and have fun with him but i was very afraid that I would just puke the pile of cream out later...  Then I found a black Ipod touch and returned it to the Student Affairs Centre (SAC) and someone picked it up later and gave me a thank-you SMS. I was quite delighted (: (助人为快乐之本！It's one of the zuowen topics hmm. hehe :D) Then for dinner I ate about three-quarters of my food and gave up. I think I accidentally "learnt" this from someone who didn't eat much at all the day before! Poor person... >.< forgot the breakfast menu, but that person drank a fruit shake thingy for lunch and had cup corn for dinner. *stares accusingly as said person*
• Thought a little bit about seniority while I was singing in the shower. I think the natural procession (for me at least, and perhaps those leaning towards such traditional Chinese beliefs) is for people to gain more respect the older they get (unless they really don't deserve it). So taking me as an example... I think I admired my sec 3 and 4 seniors back at VS, such as one called Ashwin Thapa. I think he's Nepalese cos for choir camp he once taught us a few words and we had to repeat them as his checkpoint. (sub-point: I think the more you give, the more you get back emotionally. So as an example, of course people who find say reading distateful won't touch books, won't read, and won't get the knowledge from reading... and so they continue to not read books. Whereas those who read books know about the benefits of doing so and will continue to do so, and the more they read, the more insights are gained. It's like a positive feedback process.) SO anw. Yea... the older people get, the more natural it is for people to look up to them, due to accumulated life experiences, etc, and simply from being older. I think that's why my juniors kind of deferred to me a little when I was in sec 4, even though I don't feel as though I've done anything to deserve that respect. So now that I'm in JC, I look up to my seniors who are one year older than me... yet somehow they seem to exude that air of maturity that I can only hope to have one day. And so perhaps we look up to older people simply because they are older, and older people get more smug as they grow yet older, simply because the number of people who are still alive and senior to them dwindles. So the young respect the old, the old respect the famous greats of ancient times...
• I've been going around showing off my newly pimped (stuff added) iPhone. So as seen below, The button is now protruding. It feels kinda weird. And to those who say it seems sort of girlish... It's cos it's a birthday present (one of two parts) of iphone button things from a female friend (known her since primary school). I was so happy I immediately begun using the sticker, heh. Oh, well... Girlish or not, I have to put up with this button until I get bored of it/ rip it out when it's old and spoilt. And then: I have three more to use! hahahah  :P

• Everyone seems to be crashing on on Steve Job's death. I initially felt that Apple was pretty much moot about ten years back and Microsoft was The Thing. But now, I view both companies rather equally, becaue they're both successful in their own ways; as Time puts it, Apple is absolute, dictatorial, exculsive, while Microsoft shares its software with many other companies. So anyway, back to Jobs: I thank him for creating an easy-to-use iPhone (really user friendly, but I still don't find it doin anything much. But there's simply no better phone in the market to turn to). While everyone's praising Apple and Jobs now, perhaps the flipside of the comany and the man that was behind it has been largely glossed over. So I don't know that much too, but if you interpret the exclusivity of Apple's products in a different light, you find that apart from being attentive to your needs, they also tend to inhibit experimentation and the adding on of new things to them. So Jobs instead of catering to the needs of the consumers actually created a need for them, and they (we, whatever) have embraced it. Anyway, he really did revolutionise our everyday world (however much I don't see the need for an Ipad or Macbook, even though I would like something like that that runs on Windows, please. I'm not a Windows fan but I tend to resist change and so refuse to adapt to Mac OS.), so this is why he has tributes being paid to him and all. Even critics don't deny greatness when it has to be duly accorded.
• You know the the pic showing Job's silhouette in the bite of the Apple logo that's been spreading around like wildfire and created (not the first person, though) by some Taiwan poly student? I'm pretty blind, so if there's any stray bit of hair at the top of Jobs's head I can't tell whether it exists or not, so I essentially see a bald head. So you now what's the first name that pops into my mind even though bespectacled bald figures asccociated with Apple are probably Steve Jobs (plural? haha).....                  Mahatma Ghandi.                                                               .... So yeah, a peace-loving figure is tilting his head and giving a solemn look to Apple. The possible interpretations are endless. Heh.
• Anyway... Steve Jobs really looked quite different in the different phases of his life, from a handsome twentysomething year old dude to a slightly filled out 30-40 plus and then to white balding hair and growing beard and then growing more bald with his frame becoming skinnier due to his panceatic cancer. Oh, why must the greats always die early...

Tired.

Emotional baggage, physical tiredness, etc. I really don't feel like blogging but it may be somewhat theraputic. I'm trying to re-achieve a state of normalcy.. Oh my, why must things turn out this way? Life seems so much like a drama now, and I'm caught in it. Sigh. So, anyway...

Something my mum gave me. Free samples... I finally tried the orange one earlier on. Didn't help much.

Again, sorry that it's slanted. But I'm really too lazy to rotate it, especially right now. What's behind the guy is actually his painting. It looks really life-like and all (the grass) and the three men and the grass monster behind look like they come from some video game somewhere. Which was the whole point... it looked better in the newspaper, with the proper orientation and all.





When I woke up from a too-long sleep, in which i finally dreamed (haven't done so in a very long time), I was pretty excited (but it's gone now). So here is what i sound like describing my dreams when i'm excited:

Hahahaha oomg!! Just had the coolest two dreams ever so I need to write them before I forget!! I dunno, how I just dreamed of such cool things but oh okay whatever right??

So here goes, the first dream”:

·         I got into some cool place with some class ppl... then I think it was a study gang kind of thingy and probably near evening period cos I think I remembered feeling hungry as I always do! Then  we were in some concrete looking place I think. I know three floors: all three are on top of a regular office building!  I think. Either that or they were all underground!.

·         So I think we were studying at the top of what im going to describe now:

·         Imagine a wall: then the wall stretches 3 floors, so the room at the top must go even higher.So the concerete wall, lit by like white lights, then business ppl or executives or smth below walking with a sense of purpose thingy with their collegues and blah.. So I think I was at the top of the room studying. But I cant remb the room. So the wall had a slit in it that holds a concrete sataircase, damn cool right?! Then the stairs had some sort of green but still mostly white backlighting underneath the stairs and hidden from virew. So it just keeps om ascending and going upwards.. cool. The concrete wall is also damn cool. Like Idk, got 4 repeating panels thingy?

·         So the 3 floors thingy. The first floor is for the not so good performing ppl. Then the second for better performers, I recall seeing something to do with Taiwan somehow. Then the third floor is for the great ppl who have it all and ther offices look like damn cool stuff. And the stair that connect all the concrete structures are also concrete. And from 1^st floor, the wide open expanse of concrete to the second floor, its just the conventional thing. Then for 2^nd to third floor its like some concrete winding up spiral staircase. So the top floor (kinda like a mezzanine) looks like someplace where the edges are glass panels for railings so those below on 1^st floor can stare up and see inside. So there’s like some kind of cool white painting with black circles and splotches thing that's abstract art.

·         When I went downstairs for toilet, i got lost after emerging. So I looked around and wandered around abit and when I finally saw the long flight of stairs then I went past some group of professional looking ppl and leading the fore was some woman in a striped shirt, some colour on dark blue, and then knee-length grey skirt that was very tastefully rendered. Then she was talking to her collegues and and as I passed her she MOLESTED MY BUTT OMG WTH. So I turned around and gave her a damn hard stare and I think she stopped while the rest of the group continues, I think to lvl 3, while she gave me a gentle stare and said sorry. And then went on to join her collegues.

Okay for the second dream:

I think this was in presumably my house, much bigger than before, a few storys high, and I thnk it was after the study session and we went to my house.  Then we went over fo dinner and then to mug again. So after food blah my batt was running low, mistook 3% for 30% after lots of whatsapp so I went to charge my phone in my room. Passed my sister’s room on the way and it’s like woahhh. Open concept, with the lights all off, but probably some roller system that allows privacy when she needs it. Then I thought she won’t be coming back but later she joined us for dinner. Then the room showed a long rectangle with length being length of the room exposed and breadth the hight of the room. So on the right side was her damn cool queen/king-szed bed with tasteful covers, forgot pattern and color. Then near the end of the bed (towards the left) was like some wooden thing that rose up, across the bed, and came down on the other side. Then the bottom of the bed was also in the sametype of warm wood, but horizontally instead now.

So after I came back I think YQ was helping my maid with the dishes in the post kitched and I couldn’t find someone else. Then later when I came back I think YQ was stuying at the wooden table that formed the outer of the kitchen. Like some long side table that originated from the kitchen and went around its single border. And my dad was back and staring at me with a bemused expression on his face cos it was pouring outsde and I said he could bring them back. Then they thanked me and I said no need thank my father cos I only say but it’s my dad who does the sending. And I was seating just outside of the kitchen at the far end of the bench. And my dad was right at the middle of the edge.

I  cant remebmber more omg )): want to remb! Architecture was cool, dream was very very cool!!! >.<

sorta a sketch here, but rest assured that the dream was muchhh better when i dreamed it! My drawing skills aren't that good and I could only remember fragments of stuff so... yeah that's about all that i can do. ): bai bai >.<

Some more interesting/ not-so-interesting stuff.

I wanted to do a funny GP essay about myself, with the stand, rebuttals, topic sentences and all. But I think it'll somehow be a little awkward. So I decided not to do it.

My mum brought back three packets of this. The other two uneaten packets are of a different flavour.
I found this sweet quite intriguing because the printed wrapper looks really cool, the trading card game thing inside baffles me (never played Yu-Gi-Oh! or Pokemon before) and the gummies irked me. The gummies looked like some kind of tadpole thing that was yellow in colour with a little bit of coloured goo enclosed near the top of the head that presumably was supposed to taste like an apple-cola mx, if you go by the label. I didn't taste much, though. So it was kind of like eating a gooey brain (sorry to anyone who's eating)... and then when I was done I peered inside the wrapper and there was the same goo all over the inside of the packaging. Eww.

 I finally bothered to look up this thing. I bought a sweetbox from Germany a few years ago when I passed by Munich on the way back from a choir competition with VS choir. I think it looked pretty cute back then (and now) and so I bought it. The sweetbox holds my old badges from primary school till now (The RJ school badge is probably going in too in another two years)... but anyway. So the label on my sweetbox is all in German, and I thought that "Doof" meant "stupid". It wasn't until I looked closely, saw something called "sheepworld", checked it out on Google and came across this image that I realised it meant "boring". So much for (apparently) great academic grades. I could have uploaded more pics that I found, but I didn't want to keep on clicking till I got to my Iphone, scrolled to the bottom of a 1000+ picture Camera Roll, and gotton the pic and repeated that a few more times. You see that I'm pretty lazy.

So, about my birthday. I don't feel like explaining at length because it's over now and the hyperness (or the happiness from being overwhelmed with Facebook posts and SMSes and a really fun activity with SL and TS) that lasted me throughout the day has long since evaporated. But in short, it was much more meaningful (and expensive) than my previous birthdays because I got to do a lot more things. My birthday's usually during the exam period, has been that way from primary to secondary school, so nobody has the time to celebrate with me, and so I just stay at home and try to study and eat some cake at night with my family. This year, I could go out and do all the things I missed out on. A little timeline to illustrate what happened (sans line):

- Went ice skating in the afternoon with SL and TS at Kallang Leisure Park. Some things happened along the way but I felt pretty damn happy while I was in the rink. Just don't talk about the number of times I fell. My butt still hurts. I need to become a better ice skater, because I want to ice skate again. It's really fun... if you're a pro who can go forwards, backwards, shuffle sideways, spin and do the figure skater thing (saw a cute little girl doing it. Was very amazed) and be a cool old man and skate with hands folded behind back... RAWR LETS GOOOO (:
- Went home. I'll gloss over this and say that I got to understand TS slightly better. I hope.
-Went out for dinner at Holland Village (Holland V). We ordered two platters for an average price of $40 each but since my sister just filled n a form and got a one-for-one card the bill was reduced by a pretty substantial amount. Apparently, posh Italian restaurants don't give you value for money, because each platter could probably feed just one person and we had to share two of them between three people (My dad, sister, and I). So we made do, and the chocolate cake that came free with the diner's card thing filled up our stomachs a little more after the main course was done. My sister kept joking that I had the "birthday luck" - The restaurant was originally full and we couldn't go in; then a space cleared up. We went in, had to go through to an outside, non-air con area, so I commented that it would be nice if we got to sit inside the restaurant near the chefs, because the ambience there was good. Voila! A table for four that was reserved was made free for us (lol). Then the choco cake was supposed to arrive only 2-3 days later if you placed an order, but the kind waiter went to check and a spare cake was brought out for me. The candle was lit (but seemed to extinguish any moment) and then when I was about to make my wish the lights in the area went out. The waiter said it was probably a power trip when the lights came back on after I made an impossibly long wish (Just wished for lots of things even though I guess I could only have one. I'm so greedy.)... so I guess he probably switched them off. My impression of the restaurant was raised a notch higher.
- Went to deposit my sis back at Kent Ridge Hall in NUS for her to mug till the wee hours for a paper the next day. Then I went with my dad to my grandma's house. I haven't visited her for so long ): Need to make more trips there soon.
- Went to pick up my mum at 10pm at the CBD. Then while walking along I got to chat with my dad, whom I usually don't talk alot to as well. So I got a rare chance to do something I usually didn't do. Then we went to eat satay at Boat Quay a short distance away. It was really crowded and noisy with the pubs mostly full and a gig going on but I had a nice view of the CBD across the Singapore River, so we just sat and ate. The sauce was nutty and really good.
- Went home, checked Facebook, got spammed, and spent an hour replying people. It's such a far cry from a few years back when the only few presents I would receive would be those from my closest friends and sister (my parents don't belive in gifts.)... but both would make me content.
So yea, all in all, it was a very, very enjoyable day out. Great memories to live by in future.

For now, though, I think I'll leave the memories to be relived in dreamland. My bed's calling out to me...

More random stuff.

I wanted to blog about my day out (one whole day out slacking cos of my birthday! >.<) But... I'll do that after I wake up. Hehe (; It's really very late/early in the morn now (5am). And if I don't sleep soon, I won't wake up till way after 12pm.
So I'll write about the easy stuff first.

1. My Eureka! keychain is well and truly dead >.<
The keychain was a token of appreciation by Biosoc cos I organised the bio practical component of an inter-secondary competition called Eureka!. There was bio, chem and physics... and theory and practical questions. I admire the clever candidates, because when I sat in for the theory round, I was beyond stumped. So anyway. The keychain was co-created by DSTA and DSO (defence, science and technology agency and defence science organisation respectively), and it was solar-powered and the first press of a button gave a lazer pointer that was really powerful; the second gave two LED lights and the third switched the device off. I was immediately taken with it and attached it to my pencilcase. Then after some time the LED lights stopped working, so i opened up the keychain and realised that one LED was detached. The solder had dropped off. Since I have solder but no soldering iron, I wasn't able to fix the LED lights.
Next, the laser light grew dim. I suspected it was because I hadn't been allowing the mini solar panel to get some light, and since it was the exam week, and I didn't think that such devices were allowed into the examination hall, I took the keychain off and let it get some sun in the afternoons. The laser light grew strong... but then even thought the supply of light remained constant over the next few days the laser grew slowly dimmer and dimmer, until it died out totally. So now the whole keychain can't function... RIP, my beloved keychain. You served me well.

2. Intelligent Design
I came across this short video on Khan Academy. Then I thought I didn't know what it was. Then I remembered... it's some American thing that most other schools don't teach (because intelligent design, unlike evolution, centres on God. But American schools taught it as an alternative to the Darwinian theory. I'm not too sure about the specifics, though.). So i didn't bother listening closely. Then I looked down at my phone (the KhanAcademy stuff are available as apps on Iphones) and saw some really cool pic (I'll edit this post later and add in the pic) that was linked to what the author talked about. He compared intelligent design (God creating a complex world out of a few simple rules) to the mathematical equation that produced the picture (a complex picture created from a simple mathematical recurrence relation (i think), Z(n+1) = Z(squared)(n+1)). This is what i gathered from the eight minutes of video time...
And the picture was created by subbing in values and black spaces were created where numbers did not run to infinity, and different colours being coded for by the different extents and ways that certain numbers ran to infinity on a complex plane.

Here it is. I forgot to rotate the image... but it still looks good no matter what, no? (:

Class outing thingy

Okay after some massive delays i can finally blog -.-

(oh wait oops more stuff came up... ):  )

*hugs domo kun* i think i accidentally made someone angry >.< sowwie.

Back to the day's events...

So we went to J8 rooftop to eat lunch (bought from stores around J8), then massive camwhoring ensued because i brought my camera for that to happen. No outing is complete without camwhoring. Hehehe.
Then I thought Vick and HR left early. Then they came back a few minutes later and I was kind of surprised.. like: "Who's birthday is it today? -.-" And they said it was mine and sang me a happy birthday song. So i just stood there feeling both incredulous and happy (sorry, english too powderful to replace happy with a better word) and okay, I tried to hurry up and stuff the cake into my throat so everyone could leave. No, wait, it wasn't a cake. It was expensive ice cream adorned with chocolate and the little plastic spoon provided was way too filmsy to cut off a chunk of flavoured ice. Well, fine, it did, eventually. After the ince cream partially melted.

I didn't eat the raspberries on top because I don't tend to like sour things much. So after I was finally done we all got to leave. (: Yayyyy.

Then I went to Popular with some others and bought myself a new A3 whiteboard and a new duster because the one that my sister bought for me for my birthday in secondary 3 (or was it 2? I can't remember) is quite dead already. It's kind of a tradition for me to buy something for myself as a birthday present (to myself) because apart from my big sister, and occasionally my second sister, I just get a birthday cake and/or a dinner outside and that's about it. Because I'm unlucky enough to have my birthday around primary and secondary school end of year exams. This year the exams ended early so I can celebrate... but I realised that I don't really know how to, due to the lack of prior experience. Actually i want to just lie back and relax for the whole day without caring about homework... but a specific someone told me that I should go out and have fun. Which led to quite a lot of things happening.

So I guess I'll blog about what's been planned after they've been done. I think i caused this certain someone.. well.. anyway I was being quite insensitive. Sowwie!!! I can't apologise enough >.<

Till then! -___________- argh still got to read so much stuff before i get to sleep.

A collection of random stuff...

Haha I think I lost the structure of my blog. No more eight-posts-a-month, no more elaborate language (maybe that explains why my GP is languishing), no more full stops to end my titles.

I felt pretty much alright in the afternoon after finishing the first post of the month at 6+, sleeping till 9+, and slacking around... Then a wave of tiredness and so on and so forth just overcame me at about 5+pm. It occured to me that all I've done so far today is to blog, do one and a half section C questions (the remainder of the 2009 chem promos practice paper that I didn't manage to finish before the chem promos... I did half of qn C1 while waiting for the chem teacher. I said something about keeping the identities of people secret but I'll duly thank her next year after graduating. I guess. Good teachers deserve their dues.)
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Yeah. So I've been slacking the whole day, and suddenly life seemed so pointless. ): I think I'm in post-exam blues for some strange reason. Maybe it's a somewhat unconscious move to vehemently protest against attempting to finish up my loose ends from promos and get started on 3 new exams. Need to get my act back together...

So I went to bathe and felt considerably better. So here I am, trying to finsh up on blogging (this is the last post on what I wanted to talk about) and read one essay from a compilation of chinese essays by RI/RJ Chinese pros, and finish up my bio practice paper and get the hell to sleep. Rawr.

I guess I'll only be able to finish blogging before I decide to call it quits, though. Oh, well.

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Okay, so after TY and JH (another JH, not me...) and SL and TS assault me with a barrage of words (oh, wait, they're at it again) I'm finally starting on this post again. zzz.

So without further ado, a few b (ARGH) * a few bizarre nuggets of information:

Why Old Things Are Good
Actually, I just want to talk about my socks. Lol. And then maybe extend the argument to more old things.
I own two pairs of socks, from some unknown brand, unknown because I can't find the brand swen on anywhere. Unlike my Converse socks which have the brand printed on them.
So these two pairs of socks, one white and the other grey, are now quite deformed and look more like cloth bags that roughly fit on to feet. A little bit like socks back in Ancient China where socks comprised of silk or cloth bags that were wrapped around the feet (or so I gleaned from the few episodes of old Chinese dramas I watched). They're actually quite comfortable because the tightness of newer socks isn't there and the socks somehow wrap themselves around your feet that make you feel like you never want to take them off again.

It's just like how I once used to own a pair of slippers from a pretty good brand (forgot the name, as usual) that I bought from Compass Point at Sengkang once in primary school for the very, very cheap price of $4. So i wore them for ages until the slippers had imprints of my toes and heels in them and were quite black from use (and quite thin as well). I remember once when a salesman peddling a cleaning product asked me to lend him my slipper and he tried (and failed) to get rid of the blackness. Then he awkwardly tried to steer the crowd back to how great the product was as I escaped from Heartland Mall. Well, anyway, this just goes to prove that old things frequently used are often emotional attachments of their owners. So when my slippers wore out finally I tried to buy the same one back again, but I couldn't find it any more. So i tried a pair of Bata slippers, but they were crappy. Then I bought higher-end Bata slippers. Still crappy. And since I don't often go out in slippers any more (hence the disappearance of a slipper tan line on my feet in primary school-sec2) due to a sad life and pure laziness, I still use that latest pair of crappy Bata slippers.

Why I Like House Crashing

1. I like architecture. So getting to someone else's house is a chance to gawk at the nicely furnished rooms, the beautiful house, the tastefully decorated living room... etc. Or maybe not. Once in my senior's house I saw a very nice sound system that had little black speakers delivering surround sound to the little living area (sofa, TV). I was there because us basses were preparing a special song for the chorale concert, composed by my senior. I admired his parents for their openess towards a modern design.
2. It's a sign that i'm accepted by the other party as someone close enough to visit their houses and view what is considerably private to them.
3. It's an opportunity to get to know the other party more. From the people in the house to the type of books kept and the absence or presence of a piano etc... so much more can be seen from a house visit.
4. I loathe staying at home because I don't study well at home. I study best at a table surrounded by a moderately noisy class but since that has left me along with my graduating from secondary school crashing someone else's house would do as well. For the first few hours, and provided that there aren't too many distractions around. And it assauges the boredom from staying at home from far too long. Especially during a holiday.

Why I'd rather stay at home to Study
(as opposed to the airport. Sorry that it sounds somewhat contradictory to the pointer above. I guess studying at the airport is even worse than studying at home, in a sense.)

1. When you're not very smart like me and attempt to study on chairs with a runny nose and a suspected oncoming fever and shivering even though you're in a jacket, studying at the airport can leave an indelible bad impression. Especially when you were doing math, and math was something you don't really like. Okay, is.
2. When you don't have to pay for a drink (probably coffee or tea) to get an artificial boost of energy to keep studying. Money is saved. And when you feel like sleeping.. just sleep. Trying to drag on and studying ineffectively for a few hours is time wasted when you can sleep, wake up refreshed and do the same thing in a much shorter period of time.
3. You can run to the fridge anytime to grab a drink or a snack to munch on. If you're anything like me, it's either Timtam's (whatever the hell it's called...), or frying a small egg and adding a little bit of spice and pepper and soy sauce, or cup noodles. Preferably tom yam for that zest.
4. There's absolutely no need to lug around thick files if they're already in your room.
5. You can sit in any position you want, blast the music out loud to keep yourself from falling asleep (party rock anthem works quite well for me) and study. Woot.

Promos Week

This'll be a short synopsis of what happened to me last week, and an attempt to study at the airport.

Okay, sigh...

Tuesday: GP and Chinese.
GP paper 1: I chose the wrong topic. I thought I could do the topic I chose, so i went on wth it... After narrowing twelve choices to three, I unwisely chose the worst choice among those three. The rest were really viable but oh, how regret only comes after you've decided and started on something... This is a consequence of reading the papers every day and trolling TOC (oops, haven't been doing that). I got a little too egoistic and thought I vould handle the question when in reality I couldn't. So it's probably either going to be pretty good because there's nobody for the marker to compare me to (since most people wisely stayed away from it) or it's going to be really bad because I didn't do a good job of writing my essay. The more I wrote, the more I felt that it was a bad choice... but with little time left, there wasn't any time to change topics and start on a new essay.
GP paper 2: Because my GP teacher said that the new marking scheme for summary would blah blah blah, and because of her advice to avoid generalisations... I found summary pretty difficult. Sigh. Then there wasn't enough time to complete AQ even though I thought i was pretty on task. Guess I should have written faster. Only compared one point, was halfway through another, and then hadn't even thought of a conclusion, much less write it.
Chinese Paper 1: Chose a different question compared to the two pro girls in my class again. Made me wonder if i'll die for essay again... especially when your teacher writes "see me!" in chinese in every single essay you hand up.
Chinese paper 2: Pretty hard. I think I got used to not doing open-ended cloze passages so I was drifting off in the last 30 minutes and didn't finish/know what to write for it.

Wednesday: Econs
I suppose if you are someone who gave up on econs and only read someone else's tuition notes and practiced a few graphs you won't expect to do well but still try to score..
Well...
I don't really feel like thinking about econs anymore =.=

Thursday: Math
I think I slept quite late before math. Then at 3am I got a runny nose and the tissue paper was full of red coloured liquid (my mucus tends to have the viscosity of water -.-)... then i was quite shocked. I guess it's because I rubbed my nose too hard before and the membrane just gave way. Shouldn't rub too hard next time.
Math was quite horrible. Enough said. Don't want to remember this one, too.

Friday: Bio
Got a shock when I saw that the time allocation printed on the cover page was only 1hr 15mins for a 60 mark paper. So I flipped open and in my worst ever illegible scrawl proceeded to attempt to do questions at a fast pace. But I still couldn't finish because for the second part of the essay question I couldn't think of points to spam and had to go slowly. And the adrenaline and my concentration was wearing off. I mean, how do I explain the role the structure of the Golgi apparatus has in its function? Sigh. So just when I thought of a last point and wanted to write it there wasn't any time left.
Then paper 1 was really sad as well because I finished the 20 MCQs in about 23 minutes (30 mins were given) and was checking through really slowly (brain dead by then)... then I spotted a mistake. I overlooked the word "gamete" and assumed it was somatic (normal cells)! So I was going to change my answer and then time's up. Arghh... every time I can get some marks, they always elude me...

Monday: Chem. Already explained what happened in the last post, so I'll talk about my preparation for it in the airport on Friday after the bio paper.
I ate lunch in RJ and went to the airport. Then I felt that the nice quiet environment in the MRT station would allow me to concentrate better. The only thing was the lack of tables, so I sat on a nice slab of granite and put my stuff on the cool stone and reclined and did some questions until some securityguard-looking woman came over to helpfully warn that $2 would be deducted from my EZ-link card if I didn't vamoose by the end of two hours in the MRT station. So I packed my stuff and tapped out from the place after 1+ hours. Was quite sad to leave because the architecture was really fascinating. Then I sat at Coffee Bean to do my MCQs (which were much tougher than expected and so took me 12 hours instead of an expected 8+ hours). The place didn't allow studying and put up "no studying" signs the last time I was there so I was somewhat angry with them then. Then on Friday there was a group of people studying at the airport.
I saw a VJ girl who studied with earphones on from when I came to about 7-8+ at night. Scary.
I met my Chorale seniors (a couple) and tried not to go over and spoil their great time together but since they asked me if I was awkward at one occasion I asked one of them over too see where I went wrong with my MCQ. She's like a nice big sister even though she's only one year older... I guess even an extra few months' difference do make one more mature (I hope).
The group of people over there were O'level students. I was quite surprised because I never bothered working that hard for my O'lvls.. Then I realised that one was still asking the other what a floodplain was (Geography elective) and the guy couldn't answer it very confidently. Oh, well... But more came to join their gang as time went by. And they stayed till quite late. According to S, the airport mugger who came to join me later, they were there every time he was there. Still, very scary...
Oh, and they absolutely don't look like sec 4s at all. They looked more like a bunch of J1s and 2s and I would never have known otherwise if I didn't see y old bio and physics and geog textbook lying on the tables.
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Well, I guess i really don't like studying at the airport -.- I don't think i'm going back there again unless requested...

This sets the stage for my next post (full of random info).

After promos...

Sigh.
okay, yay promos are over and boo there's more stuff lined up for us unfortunate people.
But i guess i dont have it as bad as SL and TS who have to go for some Meet The People's Session all the way at Kembagan and the former arriving home at 12 midnight right after promos end... poor things.
There's so much that i missed out on blogging about ecause if i switched on the laptop i wouldn't have concentrated at all... not like i really did, anyway.

So i guess i'll have to start from the beginning... Well, it'll be in chronological order then (sort of) but starting with right now and then going back to yesterday and then from about a week back.

So i just woke up.

It's raining outside... I can hear the sound of rain, coming down in thick sheets, with the wind blowing in just a little, enough to chill my toes a little bit and lure me back to sleep... but I can't! Because I slept from 7 to 10 and then slept from 12+ to 5+. See, so piggy. Anyways on normal days it's probably about this many hours of sleep or slightly lesser, so I can't sleep back anymore. Can't close my eyes and be dead to the world and push away my growing pile of homework.

Something like, I originally planned to finally blog all the stuff that I've been wanting to blog about;
plan ahead for what I need to do for the rest of the month (bio O; OP; Chinese >.<);
transfer what my wonderful chem teacher told me during consultation into my notes (consulted her after chem paper);
and then sleep at about 11+. Because someone advised me to. (: And i guess if you cut out the 3 hours of naptime I slept way earlier than that!

So for yesterday:
Chemistry was the final paper. I had to write fast because I was afraid that I didn't have time, because of the previous paper on Friday (Bio, which was beyond hectic. I'll talk about it later)... But the first question took me about 20 minutes or more for 5 measly marks because it was a planning question and I forgot to read up. (Sorry, SL.) I got a reminder but then forgot about the reminder... So i had to close my eyes, scrunch up my face and attempt to recall how to do the planning thing. It's not like i didn't have help, though; someone messaged me a checklist of things, and said it was from a friend. I'm actually strongly against hints because I believe that one should study well and if he/she does so, the paper will be tough but yet doable, so I don't care much for hints, and believe that others shouldn't as well. I guess not everyone's like me. So I took a look at the checklist and then tossed it (my phone) aside.
And then guess what? Most/all (can't remember) of what was in the checklist came out. So I'm guessing that the one who created the list was a teacher who passed it around to students who disseminated them to the whole student population taking chemistry... except for a few. This is purely theoretical and comes from the fact that I spied some other guys whom I didn't know looking at the same thing on their phones. I guess this is a moral failure of sorts of Rafflesians. I don't say "us Rafflesians" because about 8 months into joining this institution, I still don't really feel as though my heart totally belongs here. Well, it will, eventually, but I'll gladly let nature take its course. So for now, I'm a partial outsider who can view what's happening in RJ a little more objectively without denial of what's afflicting the place*.

Back to yesterday before talking about the asterisk.

So in the end, the paper was easier than expected. I attempted a 2010 promo paper (last year's batch of J1s/ this year's J2s) and found the paper really, really tough. To the point where I didn't understand why i got 4 MCQs wrong (got others wrong too, but I understood why i was wrong for them) and didn't even know why I was wrong and so had to consult my chem teacher for it after the chem paper was over.
I also attempted a 2009 promo paper and it was about that level; i.e, doable, but not without guessing some questions and hoping for the best. Can't recall the questions now, but I know I found two options in one MCQ question equally plausible... so I had to randomly pick one. So I picked the non-mathematical explanation (it was an equilibria qn, so ratio of forward and backward rate constants thingy...) for it.

And I didn't manage to get around one or two marks worth of questions because there wasn't enough time. I calculated the answer on my scientific calculator (it was a 2m proving qn in section C that I skipped cos it looked way too challenging and went back to it after completing section A) but didn't have time to write because when I was halfway through writing I stopped to calculate and when I picked up my pen the invigilator said that time was up. Sigh. So that means that I didn't finish writing for a single full subject.

Anyway. The invigilator was ( I think) the one who invigilated my class for chem SPA. And have I ever said how informal bio SPA was? With the invigilator being my bio teacher and giving the entire SPA a relaxed feel with one very blatant warning on what not to do about 2 minutes into the exam...

So after chem paper, I was in conflict with myself. One part of me wanted to burst out laughing and go somewhere and play and screw bio O and OP and Chinese for the day, and hopefully beyond. Then the other part wanted to go for chem consult, go straight home after lunch, and finish blogging, reading the papers, playing piano, transferring chem consult notes, finishing up section C of 2009 promo practice paper for chem that I didn't manage to finish before my promos... and then sleep and continue studying. I mean, my A levels for Chinese are in about 27 days' time, you know? So I was smiling, and controlling my facial expression, and laughing, and stopping myself from laughing... Then finally went to sign on some sheet of paper for Bio O and then I finally got to leave the hall. Then I took my bag and went for chem consult to clarify the stuff I realised I didn't know while doing practice questions to revise for promos. So the serious side won out.

Then I went to dhoby ghaut where the rest of the class was (about half the class) and they were eating lunch and then having a cake to celebrate a classmate's birthday today. I turned up and everyone else was nearly done eating... Then while I was eating my vegeterian aglio aglio (or oglio? Who cares... maybe it was oligarch(y) oligarch(y). hehe) the stupid people brought the cake out... And when I was trying to eat a big bite of spaghetti the class was clapping their hands and singing a birthday song for the birthday girl. Paiseh >.< sorry miss birthday girl!! Then I finally finished, and the cake (banana chocolate) immediately arrived back at the table (the staff took it away again to cut it into 12 slices, one for each person there). So i happily ate my cake and laughed at the poor girls who couldn't really stomach the cake after their food. No, actually they could. My class has some extraodinary girls... Well, one gave away the outer chocolate cover to the boys and Jo ate the chocolate on the outside first and left the cake "naked" in the words of my PW groupmate. But Jo ate it all in the end! :D  (Since I like to keep my blog a little more seperate from private life, I don't use names generally... but Jo's shortform and etc. so those are okay. But others are full names and can't be used.)
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So as you can see the I-WANNA-HAVE-MY-FUN-NOWWW side won out eventually, because I went to watch Johnny English afterwards with the class, sans SL and TS who had to go for MPS so they didn't have the time to stick around. It was quite hilarous but for the benefit of those who haven't watched the movie yet I'l kepe mum. The plot can get quite cliched at times but Rowan Atkinson pulls the script together. So it really destressed me after promos (not like i was that stressed, anyway... I didn't really work hard enough to really feel stressed.); enough to make me feel like slacking off even more and going to play pool/billiards. But then the guys wanted to LAN so I went home with the girls and Brendan (guess he's going to start preparing for his chinese O'lvls too... sighhhh). You wouldn't believe that Jo's such a klutz until you get off with her at the same MRT stop and realise that she still doesn't know where to exit from after a few months of living there (: (okay, fine, I've been living in the area for all my life, but that's not really important now).

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So anyway about the asterisk thing.

During the last week or two before promos started, the lecturers (apart fom Bio) had already finished their curriculum to be tested, so what was being taught then had no relevance for promos. So people deserted lectures to go and study elsewhere. I don't know how long this kind of thing has been going on and whether other schools do the same, but I didn't, and don't like this kind of behaviour. I mean, studying for peomos is a good thing, but at least do it somewhere else. Or at the bare minimum, remain in the lecture theatre nd at least appear to be taking down notes while studying. Which was what I did. At least it's a slightly greater sign of respect for the lecturer who doesn't have to preach to a half-empty lecture theatre, and yet can do nothing about that. OKay, fine, the bio lecturer was admittedly crappy, and Dr Chan was being quite overboard (he came into the lecture and continued talking all the way for one entire period with the top two buttons of his shirt unbottoned and inserting sex jokes here and there blatantly... with some remarks about accepting those girls who couldn't find a boyfriend after graduating. If you read between the lines... -.-")

I'm sorry that I had to end it off on Dr Chan but my attention span is about an hour or so and it has been an hour or so. So...bye for now...