RAINING AS HARD AS IT GETS


hello again. 4:23pm and i'm posting a new one once again.

singapore is an interesting place. when it's hot and sunny, it's scorching.
when it's cold and raining, you better make sure you have 20-cent coins to dry up your soaked clothes in the duh, dryer.

sigh. i'm feeling lethargic once again.
it's supposed to be a little sunny or cloudy right now, since the sun's supposed to set at 7 o' clock still. but no, the rain just had to come, drenching my rubber shoes, possibly giving me colds (to be known in a few days), and soaking my laundry for what, the fourth time.

but it's all good. i'm not one to complain about such trivial matters.
yes, even if it's been raining everyday for the past week.

i'm tired already. i just came from econometrics class, and mr lee jin gave me the urge to doze off in the lecture theatre.
that's something different, you see, as i'm not the type who sleeps in class. i usually have enough self-control to snap myself back to the reality of a lecture in progress.

don't get me wrong, lee jin's not bad. he teaches fine, he actually seems to care about what students learn and all, and he seems both intellectual and approachable. he doesn't even have singaporean accent, which is a plus. he is a korean with an american one, although he has trouble saying the words "result" ("resurt") and "light bulb" ("light burb"). (i asked korinna if she noticed this newfound fact i learned about him, in addition to his fondness for the word "okay" and his occasional licking of lips, but korinna, apparently in a hypnotic trance too, didn't even notice ever hearing "light bulb" and "result" in today's lecture.)

as i mentioned to korinna during the break, he seems to have INNER PEACE-- not that it's a bad thing.
his voice is so calm and relaxed, it's as if he was once hired as a psychologist or one of those narrators of a yoga or self-hypnosis cassette. he reminds me of genuinely good and mild people who could not even hurt as much as a mosquito. and his voice is the ultimate in relaxation therapy.

so i guess that's why i found myself struggling to wake myself. or perhaps it's the combination of a sleep-inducing voice, the cold weather, and the confusing blur of words and greek symbols and numbers that is econometrics and statistics.

anyway, i'm back in the hall, back in my room, and afzaal is back to playing pakistani music again. i don't mind much, really.

sigh. i don't even know why i'm still blogging right now.
maybe it's the fact that i learned through my hidden site meter that i have quite some readership! hehehehe.
but really, i just don't want this bloggie to appear stale and moldy and unupdated.

tomorrow i have a physics lecture at 8am, for which i must study once again to answer roland su's pre-lecture quiz, a physics tutorial at 2pm, for which i must answer the problem set. i have a math assignment due on thursday, for which i must study study study.

and oh, tonight, i have to get back to being agent T once again, as the PR Comm army will finally finish the banner battle. (i would have to miss ivy's volleyball match at 7:30, where our hall, KE7 will compete with temasek. good luck! )

so, i must kill about a hundred brain cells, and grow around three zits for my work this week.
that doesn't seem so bad, right? i'm choiceless anyway, so i better suck it all in. =)

help me Lord! yehey!