Halpz.

How often do I blog from school? Usually only when I fall into a lull, the latter of which are typically induced by periods of not knowing what to do (read: lazy? or in some cases, when I am simply too fatigued to do any more reading or writing essays).

And now, the lull has been induced by yet another 'almost an all nighter' incident. This time it ended an hour earlier though, at 4:30? am I think, but my eyes were weak then, it might have been another time....

Lynn is here...i am leaving :(

The Signs are Here!

A chance memory slip today rendered me noteless in today's HL328 class. But I do remember printing the secondary source though, its just that I could not find it. So I ended up sitting next to Ismath in order to share the notes with her. And I happened to see how much of a furious note taker she was. Compared to my skimpy etchings in my notebook. Blame this on my weakening attention span these days. And blame that on my lack of exercise. I cannot stop harping on this paradox that the more I run, the more drive I have.

I. Need. To. Run.

Totally unrelated photographs of a potentially fatherless family of cats I met on my way home.

Confession

One of the stupidest mistakes I ever made was to pass on the chance of running for Student Council Exco back in junior college.

I did stand a high chance.

And I passed it up for the stupidest reason ever.

What is an unemotional being?

The Food Dilemna

I often display completely irrational decision making skills when it comes to food. I would choose a hawker centre over a food court anytime, but rather endure the long months of necessary saving to dine at a restaurant then wait for a month's worth of collected shillings for a night at a cafe.

It seems that I like to swing to either side of the spectrum. And thinking about it, I do have some rational nonsense for my irrationality.

What for pay up to $3 more for food at a food court when you can access a hawker centre? There is something incredibly alluring about the raw and gritty feel of eating wok fried goodness of greasy plates amidst the cacophony and tight squeezes of a noontime crowd that I would not trade for a gust of air conditioning. Blame my typical Singaporean mentality for this!

And, I do think that it is worth the wait to save up for a good meal at a reputable restaurant, then to spend about half the price for a meal at a cafe which probably tastes only a 1/4 as good. Which reminds me, does anybody want to go to Hiroki88@ Dempsey ? Might take me a year to save up, but I do think it'll be worth it!

Sticky Screen

I spent so many hours with my eyes pasted to the screen today.

First it was sorting out exchange stuff in the morning, then the trip in the afternoon, then now again, putting the final touches in place at night.

I actually vowed, after the headache starting to creep in late afternoon, that I would not turn on the computer tomorrow. Not even to check my email.

I wonder if I could really keep to that.

A Really Random Post

In this post, you will find information, randomly placed.


I almost did not want to put this picture here, for fear that you might think that this random allocation style of working is my style of management. But it was too unique a picture to stay hidden in the depths of my D drive for too long. Even closer than the Tessarina condo, which I was hoping so badly I could stay in. So, disclaimer here : I am not haphazard with my work! This is just a picture!
This random picture captures my dessert which I shared with Dad and Jie at the Bedok Hawker Centre. The Green syrup tasted more like Kiwi than, and there was not gula melaka - a must have with chendol - but it was still great! This reminds me of that particular dessert store in Chinatown which sells ice kachang topped by only one flavouring - gula melaka - but still tastes a whole lot more flavourful than those multi-coloured, ice-cream and chocolate rice topped ones you get at foodcourts.
Mango Shaved Ice, from the same stall. Incredibly smooth and tasty ice shavings.

I am so thankful to Jie for introducing me to the wonders of www.mysoju.com .

Once the holiday swings by, I log on, choose a random show from the Korean/Japanese offerings and watch it till I want to stop. I started with 'Dear Friends', it could not get past the 1:00min mark due to the faulty connection, and the lack of an engaging plot which prevented me from hitting F5. Now I'm on to 'The Chaser'.

Can you string together 'serial killer, prostitute, deaths, stabbed'? I guess I have read of a number of serial killers who murder prostitutes by stabbing them. But I might have left out another word though - impotence. Apparently, it is common for these type of serial killers to be impotent men.
Imagine a man, driven to so much shame, anger, pain by his inability to have an erection that he has to seek an alternative phallus. In this case, a chisel. Which he hammers into a woman's head to exhibit the ultimate display of authority to her.