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...

Well.. I'm quite screwed, innit?

As it says. I haven't started studyng for promos. Which is in about 4 days. >.<

1. The last-minute-chiong-PW-stay-up-at-night energy is gone. So i can't stay up too late anymore.. So can't study.
2. PW submission today... Yay, WR is finally done. Now for OP/ Bio O/ Chinese A-lvls. After promos.
3. A friend just confided his relationship status to me. I'm happy cos it means that we're pretty good friends... cos I consider him as such.
4. I think the standard of English on this poor blog has decreased somewhat. There's no time to type anything really profound.... and my GP essay scores are... well... screwed.
5. I've been thinking about the soppy idea of a book that I floated across the other time, the one with the guy and girl being penpals and being in a relationship. But I can;t type anything out cos there's no time. So all the ideas go down the drain... :/
6. I think I'm done. seeya. ):

A Guide to Night Cats (a literal translation of 夜猫子).

Life has been pretty busy lately cos of PW.
My sleep cycle changed quite significantly over the course of the past week. Suddenly PW kept me awake during the nights, so I had to sleep in the afternoon (about 2+ hours from 6 to 8) then wake up to eat dinner, catch my Wong Fei Hung, and then PW till about 4am each night/morning, before sleeping. Well actually, the number of hours I get doesn't actually decrease all that much. I'm just splitting it into two halves, really...

So to cope with the above, yesterday I came home from Chinese lesson at about 1+pm and slept all the way till 6pm - then slept from abt 3-9am this morning and napped again (accidentally) in the afternoon from about 1-3pm. I felt pretty guilty afterwards.

The unofficial deadline for PW WR to be submitted was actually last Friday, but they extended the deadline till this Friday. I suppose my group needs all that extra time, anyway. I'm actually a huge liability to my group because I only really started on PW in the past month or so when CCA stopped to make way for promos. Sorry, guy (and girls)...

I actually don't hate PW that much. One of my virtues is that whenever you chuck something at me, I won't ever vehemently hate it for ever and ever. I used to hate Chinese, but recently I at least got neutral with it. I never touched cabbage in the past, but now I nibble at it a bit if there's no other alternative. Such as during camps, when the daily grub generally consists of rice (not enough), a sausage/egg/sad-looking piece of meat and cabbage. So I suppose I can see the upsides of PW. I mean, I'm basically slightly more masterful at handling Microsoft Word now (yay!), and I got to experience for myself how projects are done. The only sad thing is the utter waste of time PW is with regards to studies. And that all these WRs are thrown away - incinerated - at the end of each year, apart from a few selected ones designated to be the next year's sample WRs. This is utter wastage of one year's worth of effort put in by the several thousands of PW groups island-wide... PW should be something that forces groups to take a long, hard, critical look at Singapore society and attempt to give back to this society through research from overseas or from existing local solutions, and not merely for examiners to mark, take away, and dispose of. Knowledge is power. Information is gold. And ideas are essential to the growth of any individual, enterprise, society or even country. The MOE should realy reconsider simply throwing away potentially credible, feasible WRs every year.

During my long nights, I go to YouTube and spam songs. Now, I said that I don't really listen to songs, but the spammage was needed - or else I'd really have fallen asleep somewhere till the next day. Which would be quite disastrous.

Today many new ideas came to my head for the story outline I did a few weeks back (If you still remember. If you don't, it's the lovey-dovey one where girl writes to guy using a notebook placed in a locker in a public swimming complex). But yet I don't have the time to type anything yet! And when I finally do, I'll probably have long forgotton what I wanted to do... Oh, well.

Dreaming of green.

Well, I mentally formulated this blog post in the shower, but lost it all when i came out. I guess my thoughts flowed down the drain along with the water. Hee.

Today was very unproductive, as usual. I spent four hours drawing random bits of trash that doesn't really count towards anything in particular, meaning that they are not really substantial at all. Sigh. And then i slacked and watched some chinese drama at night after dinner while reading Time (halfheartedly). It's about some Wong Fei Hung show, but Jet Li's not Wong Fei Hung in this drama. I got too used to a Wong Fei Hung who's skinny and in plaits. Meaning Jet Li. So this new guy (sorta) who's actually also really famous (I think) seems kind of... off. Then he married someone young enough to be his daughter due to certain circumstances. She's called Kwai Lan and today's episode was quite sad. Her brother "defected" to the enemy, who killed their adoptive father (Uncle Mok), and then her brother blamed everything on her- the day after she married Wong Fei Hung.

So while doing PW, I was missing my old house. In retrospect, I was really, really, really lucky to live there. My old home has been labeled a chalet by some friends of mine who came over to visit and I think it exudes a little kampung vibe, a hint at an idyllic lifestyle where I could gaze at the greenery just outside- rubber trees, my own durain plant (about twice as tall as me now), my family's lime tree, the neighbour' bamboo, etc. It was relaxing on the eye. And I learnt to love nature.
Now I sit at my tatami and do work at the bamboo table, and when I look at the window, I see the white grilles covering it, locked by a key and the key taken away by my father. I am a prisoner in my own house. And when I seek refuge past the bars that confine me to my room, to this house, what greets me is open sky. Open, featureless sky,without even an ugly skyscraper or tall building to greet me and decorate the skyline with something apart from white clouds. And when I do make the effort to walk the few paces to the window sill, ugly buildings greet me. I can't ever return to those days where I was at least given more freedom. My house binds me physically, and homework- and PW- bind my soul to this place with heavy iron chains that take a lifetime to painstakingly remove, one by one. Or perhaps they'll never be removed. I nearly teared at the aching loss of my old home. I didn't feel the repercussions earlier on, but perhaps they're only starting to come. The pain that comes from seperation, the pain that lasts as long as you are conscious...

The media is focusing on 9/11.

Sure, 10 years may have passed, but those who were present, who have been connected to it one way or another- which means everyone alive who has heard of the event, but especially those physically present or have close friends, relatives who had fallen prey- these people are the testament that such a thing has ever happened in the long course of our ugly human history. They are the ones who will remember, even if everyone moves on. They will move on- but with 9/11 carved forever into their being.
The mood is sombre. Time's issue today had grey borders- the editor claimed that they only changed border colours from the customery red only thrice in the magazine's 88 years of history. Today's one. And 9/11 was the second. The borders were black ten years ago. The magazine remembers 9/11 this special issue with accounts given by those involved. Widows. The vice- president then. Firefighters. The tone of the passages is terse, making one think deeper into what 9/11 meant then- and now.
The Straits Times also chipped in its two cent's worth. An account from one who was lucky enough to survive- a series of very fortunate events. And instinct.

This week, we remember the atrocities of back then.
And we mourn.
And we pray for their souls, and for ours.

Random bits of updates.

Quote of The Day:
"Atomkraft? Nein danke!"
Someone on TOC, in response to Mr Lee Kuan Yew's statement that "Eventually every country would have to consider nuclear."
I guess it means: "nuclear energy? no thanks!"

Today while going home from Nex (after ecaping from a class study in Carls' Jr. couldn't find them. Sigh muggers -.-) i waited for more than half an hour for my bus to bring me home. The wind was quite strong and it started blowing a light drizzle towards me after the first few minutes. I just carried my heavy printing paper and snacks (to tide me over this week) and leaned against a metal pole and started singing with eyes closed, opening them to check if my bus was arriving. Then some middle-aged lady asked two teenaged girls whether her bus was coming or not, because she'd been waiting for a pretty long time as well. The girls said something about an interchange... so the lady walked off. I overheard most of this and then i felt serverely cheated... stupid bus! Then i saw the bus list... my bus had been striked off. Apparently the route changed and so I couldn't ever take it at the bus stop so i had to find another bus to take after lugging my stuff to another bus stop.

Actually, quite alot happened these past few days, but I can't remember them anymore. I wanted to blog on several occasions but either fell asleep or got distracted by something else. Like PW, for instance. Yesterday I did PW for four hours straight (even though it wasn't really substantial) and then proceeded to get eyeburn. Meaning that I stared at this tiny netbook screen for so long that my eyes hurt really badly. I didn't really take a break (supposed to get ten minutes' rest every half an hour) and so i had to get some shuteye and slack for an hour. Then my nose started running really badly, my mucus had the same viscosity as water, or maybe just a little thicker. It's still irritating me now, although now my nose is mostly blocked. Which is still terrible, but not as bad as having to spam tens of tissues in the span of several hours.

Last Friday, Carebears ended. My tutees (shared with someone else) didn't come. Ubai had a broken arm while Yi Long was MIA. I'm really quite worried about Yi Long because our coordinator Michelle said that he didn't like Carebears last year and when he joined the Nanyang girls (?) on Saturday he complained and got transferred to RJ's Friday sessions... when i first met him. I hope the reason why he didn't come wasn't because I wasn't a tutor. Makes me feel quite heartbroken. I got quite attached to him already...
My Carebears partner in the same class, along with my good friend (SL and TS. HAHA TS + SL = TL. oops, ignore that.) has then decided to go for some Meet The People's Session far far away in the east, can't remember where. I can't figure out just why because this takes up a lot of commitment and they're pretty busy people as far as I can tell. I wanted to join them but I really need to study during December, or else I can kiss goodbye to my future after I see a fail grade for econs (defined as anything less than a B. for A- levels.  How busy? Well, TS has his Kenya trip and SL has her ISLE trip to Lijiang (I think). Which means that half their holidays are gone. And add on CCA, etc, and they barely have time to do anything else. Which probably means more nights of staying up till 4am every day till A-levels finally end. Oh, well. I wish them luck. Fellow hardcore people. -  -" Perhaps this is what differentiates the good from the best, huh...