Eventful
Whoooooopeee, exams are over!
And yes, it's 5:02 in the morning, but no, it wasn't the usual all-nighter. It was a good all-nighter actually, an eventful one to say the least.
Eventful, yep, that's the right word. And it all began when my final exam ended at 3:00pm. Well, the exam is THE event, too, but right now I'd like to skip the academic stuff, since it's, well, FREAKIN' OVER! Whoooooooooopeeeee!
So, in a span of 12 hours after the exam, I went to Funan IT Mall with Wayne to have my camera fixed at Konica Minolta(but apparently their website isn't updated, so the closing time should be 6pm and not the 7pm posted online.. in effect requiring me to pop by their office again tomorrow since we arrived at 6:05..arrrrgh), took a long bus trip back to hall alone and enjoyed the city lights, rushed to the dining hall to catch the 8pm dinner, where I had a good meal with my Cambodian and Laotian fellow ex-bridging students, and went to my room to get some rest. And just when I was quite relaxed and finally decided to clean up my room (it gets messy during exams..and all other times too actually), Robinson pops by to invite me for supper with the bridging kids, as most of them are leaving tomorrow morning (later), but I had to refuse, as I was dead tired, but decided to go anyway as a depressed Karen (from Temasek) popped by my window and demanded I go!
So it was Cheese Prata for me and Cecilia, Robinson, Karen, Ivy, Jayson, Michael & Ferron. T'was fun too. It reminded me that it can be extremely relaxing to go for midnight walks to this hawker center Fong Seng some two to three blocks away. Well, if not for this depressed and unstable Karen who kept on making a scene! Hmph. But the Combo Cheese prata was nice, the night air just right, and talking and laughing with friends is quite a good way to destress.
We arrived at Kent Ridge Hall at around 2am, but Karen from Temasek requested to be walked home. She was more stable now, so she wasn't as fun anymore. Haha. So Ivy and I went to her room in Temasek, where we tinkered with her a cappella mp3s, as well as those mp3s I dutifully send her whenever she asks me or whenever I feel like sending, and she proved to be a teeny bit unstable still. But it was manageable, so it was okay. Even if she was dancing in the room to Safri Duo's Baya Baya, while Ivy watched and I turned away. Haha.
Ivy and I walked back to KR at around 3am, and I was relieved that finally I could catch some sleeeeeep. But as it turned out, I had a two-hour chat with a friend on YM! Haha.
So now I'm way too sleepy. Not sure if I'll send off those lucky few who're flying to the Philippines tomorrow (later), but.. let's just see first if I wake up.
Good morning!
20 hours
20 hours
Woohooo.
In 20 hours this will all be over, and I can finally get myself a sinful overdose of sleep, hopefully clear up some "facial ground" (if you know what I mean), rid my room of biology-linear-algebra-programming-SG-studies-statistics material, and ultimately regain my sanity. Whoooo.
Most of my friends were done with their exams on Saturday yet. Ugh. I had to endure seeing happy MSN nicks like "WHOOOO HOOOOOOOOO!", "Exams over", "I'm coming home to my car!", "Back in India tomorrow!", "buhbye exams!", and "JOY JOY JOY!", while I was busily mugging for my final paper on Monday. Hmph. A friend of mine left for India this morning, one for Mauritius, some of my Singaporean neighbors have gone home, and the bridging kids + Ferron + Karen + Joline went to Orchard last night to watch the Incredibles!
Well my date with my Biology notes didn't go too bad, actually. The problem was it kept me up all night! Bad, I know. I tried to study in the evening, in the afternoon, but for some reason I just wasn't productive. My peak hours? 12midnight to 9am. It's confirmed, NUS has successfully turned me into a zombie.
But I love my school. Top 18 in the world, believe it or not. (Haha, even my schoolmates are skeptical about it but what the heck)
Although the sun beat me to it (I planned to finish studying before sunrise), I'm glad I finished all 12 sets of lectures by 9am, took a nap, woke up at 12noon, had a 5-minute shower chop-chop and rushed to catch the 12:15 bus to Church.
Surprise, surprise, I see Karen in the bus, together with her partner-in-crime Sherene, and my fellow Bass at the NUS Choir, Kurien, all three clad in white. I've heard of Sherene, Karen's opposite-door(?!) neighbor, but we were intorduced only now. Crazy folk those three fellas from Temasek Hall. The fun type of crazy, and I had fun over lunch afterwards at a Kopitiam in Clementi.
And you Sherene, you, thanks for lurking around my blog for quite some time. And although it's freaky that you know stuff about me even when I didn't yet speak a word to you, it's actually kinda nice to know you've been a patiently reading my nonsensical ramblings. ;) Coooooool blog too. Good luck to us on our papers!
Okay, time to fix up my notes for tomorrow's open-book multiple-choice Biology exam! Cheers everyone!
Woohooo.
In 20 hours this will all be over, and I can finally get myself a sinful overdose of sleep, hopefully clear up some "facial ground" (if you know what I mean), rid my room of biology-linear-algebra-programming-SG-studies-statistics material, and ultimately regain my sanity. Whoooo.
Most of my friends were done with their exams on Saturday yet. Ugh. I had to endure seeing happy MSN nicks like "WHOOOO HOOOOOOOOO!", "Exams over", "I'm coming home to my car!", "Back in India tomorrow!", "buhbye exams!", and "JOY JOY JOY!", while I was busily mugging for my final paper on Monday. Hmph. A friend of mine left for India this morning, one for Mauritius, some of my Singaporean neighbors have gone home, and the bridging kids + Ferron + Karen + Joline went to Orchard last night to watch the Incredibles!
Well my date with my Biology notes didn't go too bad, actually. The problem was it kept me up all night! Bad, I know. I tried to study in the evening, in the afternoon, but for some reason I just wasn't productive. My peak hours? 12midnight to 9am. It's confirmed, NUS has successfully turned me into a zombie.
But I love my school. Top 18 in the world, believe it or not. (Haha, even my schoolmates are skeptical about it but what the heck)
Although the sun beat me to it (I planned to finish studying before sunrise), I'm glad I finished all 12 sets of lectures by 9am, took a nap, woke up at 12noon, had a 5-minute shower chop-chop and rushed to catch the 12:15 bus to Church.
Surprise, surprise, I see Karen in the bus, together with her partner-in-crime Sherene, and my fellow Bass at the NUS Choir, Kurien, all three clad in white. I've heard of Sherene, Karen's opposite-door(?!) neighbor, but we were intorduced only now. Crazy folk those three fellas from Temasek Hall. The fun type of crazy, and I had fun over lunch afterwards at a Kopitiam in Clementi.
And you Sherene, you, thanks for lurking around my blog for quite some time. And although it's freaky that you know stuff about me even when I didn't yet speak a word to you, it's actually kinda nice to know you've been a patiently reading my nonsensical ramblings. ;) Coooooool blog too. Good luck to us on our papers!
Okay, time to fix up my notes for tomorrow's open-book multiple-choice Biology exam! Cheers everyone!
Another distraction
Another distraction
Yes, it's another of those stuff I do when I should be studying, but... isn't the OC just super?
I just watched episode 2 of the second season a few hours ago, and argh, it's still depressing.
But it's the interesting, fun type of depressing, so it's okay. Last season's finale was depressing, the first ep of the next season was still depressing, and now this (I hope this isn't spoiling anything for those who haven't watched them episodes yet).
I've been hoping a happy something something would happen actually, but now I'm thinking about what my good high school friend Lyn once said: if in the end it will all be happy, then she doesn't want the present to be happy too much, because that would mean it's the end already. Hmm.. I didn't quite agree with her on that, because somewhere there's a flaw in logic (and maybe because I was a happy kid in high school), but the sensible part of me is saying, yes, why expect a happy ending here at the beginning of the season. Argh, pardon the incoherence, but yes, I'm still blabbering about the OC.
And watching this episode btw, reminded me that Summer is still one of my favorite characters. Haha. I think she just beat my previous favorite Seth by a few points this season. Let's see what happens.
Okay, gotta rush for a date with my Bio book! Wheeeeee.
Yes, it's another of those stuff I do when I should be studying, but... isn't the OC just super?
I just watched episode 2 of the second season a few hours ago, and argh, it's still depressing.
But it's the interesting, fun type of depressing, so it's okay. Last season's finale was depressing, the first ep of the next season was still depressing, and now this (I hope this isn't spoiling anything for those who haven't watched them episodes yet).
I've been hoping a happy something something would happen actually, but now I'm thinking about what my good high school friend Lyn once said: if in the end it will all be happy, then she doesn't want the present to be happy too much, because that would mean it's the end already. Hmm.. I didn't quite agree with her on that, because somewhere there's a flaw in logic (and maybe because I was a happy kid in high school), but the sensible part of me is saying, yes, why expect a happy ending here at the beginning of the season. Argh, pardon the incoherence, but yes, I'm still blabbering about the OC.
And watching this episode btw, reminded me that Summer is still one of my favorite characters. Haha. I think she just beat my previous favorite Seth by a few points this season. Let's see what happens.
Okay, gotta rush for a date with my Bio book! Wheeeeee.
Camera trick
Camera trick
It was kind of Ferron to comment that my skinny photo in a previous post was perhaps due to something with the camera. Maybe the angle? Or perhaps the dimensions of the length and width or whatever. So, in yet another mugging session at the medical library the other day, Ferron and best friend Michaelstyx (more than best friends, in fact, according to Ferron.. hmm..) took another photo:
That's me (right) and my junior Robinson (who's from my same high school but a year younger, and who's a bigger math wizard than the high school me [note that I no longer am, to my dismay..but I'm working on it]).
Anyway, if the photo says anything, it confirms that I'm really skinny now. Sigh. But it also shows that I'm not the only one! Haha. Robinson, who badly needs a haircut, as all other Pinoys here agree (=P), is getting a bit too thin as well. Hmm.. or MAYBE it really is just the camera, ya?
Here's another photo, which, although totally unflattering (I've hated close-ups lately.. guess why), shows that I can look not-too-skinny in certain situations:
Haha. Pardon the uncertainty in the smile. For one, I was tired and sleepy from my usual all-nighters (yes they're getting regular now.. sorry again Ma!), and besides, that's an experimental smile. Hah. A high school friend who knew me from grade school once commented I've been using the same old smile I've been using since Montessori! Hahaha. Same old million-dollar smile, if I may add. Bwahaha.
Come on, humor me. I've just finished my Statistics exam yesterday evening, and it turned out to be quite okay. Well it should be, since Arthur and I were getting saturated from answering so many past year exam questions! There was a bunch of stupid glitches here and there (and Arthur will agree too), like this simple wrong substitution of the value of Z-alpha (I should've realized it was a one-tailed Z-test, not two), but I'm just mighty glad it's over. I also have a three-day break before my next exam in General Biology, which is a multiple-choice exam too. Argh, I never was good in multiple choice stuff, but at least it's open-book.
And that Bio exam is the last one for this semester too. And then I can do some sightseeing and caroling and surfing and blogging and shopping(?), before flying home on December 20 or 21.
To anyone on the December 20 Davao-bound Silkair flight, won't you pleeeease reschedule so I could get off the waiting list? I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
It was kind of Ferron to comment that my skinny photo in a previous post was perhaps due to something with the camera. Maybe the angle? Or perhaps the dimensions of the length and width or whatever. So, in yet another mugging session at the medical library the other day, Ferron and best friend Michaelstyx (more than best friends, in fact, according to Ferron.. hmm..) took another photo:
That's me (right) and my junior Robinson (who's from my same high school but a year younger, and who's a bigger math wizard than the high school me [note that I no longer am, to my dismay..but I'm working on it]).
Anyway, if the photo says anything, it confirms that I'm really skinny now. Sigh. But it also shows that I'm not the only one! Haha. Robinson, who badly needs a haircut, as all other Pinoys here agree (=P), is getting a bit too thin as well. Hmm.. or MAYBE it really is just the camera, ya?
Here's another photo, which, although totally unflattering (I've hated close-ups lately.. guess why), shows that I can look not-too-skinny in certain situations:
Haha. Pardon the uncertainty in the smile. For one, I was tired and sleepy from my usual all-nighters (yes they're getting regular now.. sorry again Ma!), and besides, that's an experimental smile. Hah. A high school friend who knew me from grade school once commented I've been using the same old smile I've been using since Montessori! Hahaha. Same old million-dollar smile, if I may add. Bwahaha.
Come on, humor me. I've just finished my Statistics exam yesterday evening, and it turned out to be quite okay. Well it should be, since Arthur and I were getting saturated from answering so many past year exam questions! There was a bunch of stupid glitches here and there (and Arthur will agree too), like this simple wrong substitution of the value of Z-alpha (I should've realized it was a one-tailed Z-test, not two), but I'm just mighty glad it's over. I also have a three-day break before my next exam in General Biology, which is a multiple-choice exam too. Argh, I never was good in multiple choice stuff, but at least it's open-book.
And that Bio exam is the last one for this semester too. And then I can do some sightseeing and caroling and surfing and blogging and shopping(?), before flying home on December 20 or 21.
To anyone on the December 20 Davao-bound Silkair flight, won't you pleeeease reschedule so I could get off the waiting list? I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
Some people
Some people
Dustin got so bored today we were literally exchanging smileys over MSN. As usual, he commented on my MSN nick (which I try to keep creative/informative/expressive out of self-satisfaction), and then went on to send me smileys of all shapes and sizes and expressions. It was crazy. I swear we could make a good sensible story out of the exchange. I had downloaded a good collection myself, so I didn't run out of cool emoticons to swap.
Charles the Medicine guy from NUS Choir invited me via SMS to study at the Engin Bridge in the afternoon. I was asleep. He messaged me over MSN just now, and it's sucky that even his cheerful disposition is marred by the required mad revision for his coming tests. He's in Medicine, what can I say. And it's doubly sad to see him devastated the day after his birthday. God bless him.
Brice got an A in our final SS essay. I distinctly remember him rushing through the paper in a fatalistic way, as he declared the module as S/U, or pass/fail. That means he only needs to pass it, as A or B+ or B- won't make a difference. I didn't opt for S/U, meaning I get the full gravity of my grades. I remember him sending me a copy of his essay, which he requested I check, but I had to beg off since I was working my ass off more crazily doing the same essay, but on a different choice of text. What can I say. It's either the tutors decided to do a turnaround this assignment (his tutor is different from mine, and my tutor gave me high marks for the previous assignment, while his gave low marks), or some people have all the luck.
Some people are mugging right now.
Some people are just blogging.
And some people should get hold of themselves, and focus on the monstrous tasks at hand.
Dustin got so bored today we were literally exchanging smileys over MSN. As usual, he commented on my MSN nick (which I try to keep creative/informative/expressive out of self-satisfaction), and then went on to send me smileys of all shapes and sizes and expressions. It was crazy. I swear we could make a good sensible story out of the exchange. I had downloaded a good collection myself, so I didn't run out of cool emoticons to swap.
Charles the Medicine guy from NUS Choir invited me via SMS to study at the Engin Bridge in the afternoon. I was asleep. He messaged me over MSN just now, and it's sucky that even his cheerful disposition is marred by the required mad revision for his coming tests. He's in Medicine, what can I say. And it's doubly sad to see him devastated the day after his birthday. God bless him.
Brice got an A in our final SS essay. I distinctly remember him rushing through the paper in a fatalistic way, as he declared the module as S/U, or pass/fail. That means he only needs to pass it, as A or B+ or B- won't make a difference. I didn't opt for S/U, meaning I get the full gravity of my grades. I remember him sending me a copy of his essay, which he requested I check, but I had to beg off since I was working my ass off more crazily doing the same essay, but on a different choice of text. What can I say. It's either the tutors decided to do a turnaround this assignment (his tutor is different from mine, and my tutor gave me high marks for the previous assignment, while his gave low marks), or some people have all the luck.
Some people are mugging right now.
Some people are just blogging.
And some people should get hold of themselves, and focus on the monstrous tasks at hand.
Thirty seconds
Thirty seconds
Yes, this is a 30-second extension.
But awwww.. I'm touched by Korinna's post in her blog.
I'm very grateful too, seriously. Ahihihi.
This freakin' world-class-university-slash-far-away-from-home life we're living can take its toll on us sometimes, especially if one is more of a gets-along-with-anyone drifter than of the clique-ish type, and it's feels damn super to be appreciated.
Mugging time!
Yes, this is a 30-second extension.
But awwww.. I'm touched by Korinna's post in her blog.
I'm very grateful too, seriously. Ahihihi.
This freakin' world-class-university-slash-far-away-from-home life we're living can take its toll on us sometimes, especially if one is more of a gets-along-with-anyone drifter than of the clique-ish type, and it's feels damn super to be appreciated.
Mugging time!
Four minutes
Four minutes
How much can you blog in four minutes?
Last night I had a Statistics all-nighter. I haven't gone through the entire 320+ page set of lecture notes, but I was done with the tough parts.
Slept at 5am. Had a horrible dream. It involved my high school friends, a dusty, busy street, me running down the road, and suddenly, two fresh corpses. *shudder*
I finally got my Singapore Studies final paper and quiz back today. It's official, I sent Alfian Sa'at a B paper. My tutor left no comments, so it was a quick and sudden stab. But what the hell was I thinking? I was with hardcore Arts majors! I hope everyone gets B so I have a shot at an A-. Hur hur.
Watched the OC finally last night. Too many temptations in the room: my bed, the internet, MSN, blogging. Argh. I watched the finale of Season 1. Man, was it depressing. I watched the first ep of Season 2 this morning. Depressing still! I still love the OC though. And the soundtrack totally ROCKS.
Now it's five minutes. A minute overdue.
At least I should be proud I'm taking measures so I can study more.
Another minute overdue. Let's get this published then I'll hit the books. Pray for me, people.
How much can you blog in four minutes?
Last night I had a Statistics all-nighter. I haven't gone through the entire 320+ page set of lecture notes, but I was done with the tough parts.
Slept at 5am. Had a horrible dream. It involved my high school friends, a dusty, busy street, me running down the road, and suddenly, two fresh corpses. *shudder*
I finally got my Singapore Studies final paper and quiz back today. It's official, I sent Alfian Sa'at a B paper. My tutor left no comments, so it was a quick and sudden stab. But what the hell was I thinking? I was with hardcore Arts majors! I hope everyone gets B so I have a shot at an A-. Hur hur.
Watched the OC finally last night. Too many temptations in the room: my bed, the internet, MSN, blogging. Argh. I watched the finale of Season 1. Man, was it depressing. I watched the first ep of Season 2 this morning. Depressing still! I still love the OC though. And the soundtrack totally ROCKS.
Now it's five minutes. A minute overdue.
At least I should be proud I'm taking measures so I can study more.
Another minute overdue. Let's get this published then I'll hit the books. Pray for me, people.
Spent
Spent
Yippeeee. After a mugging series which lasted for several late nights and sleepy early mornings, I am now officially spent.
I've been through two of my four exams (my SG Studies module is non-examinable, remember), and I feel I've just managed to swallow up two particularly nasty lumps of academic food. They didn't go down easy, them Linear Algebra and Programming Methodology, but now I'm just enjoying the thought of setting aside my textbooks and notes, returning library books, and effectively freeing up much-needed memory space in my overloaded brain.
Linear Algebra was bah. I studied till I felt almost saturated, but what can I do? Dr Roger Poh, God bless him, is really a nice lecturer, but ineffective. I wasn't surprised that I got my proofs mixed up, because really, aren't vector spaces just. so. freakin. abstract?
Programming was held this afternoon. This time it was open book, and it was plain to see that, as usual, my desk in the exam hall was the most ridden with.. stuff. I opened my book here, searched my bulky folder of lecture notes, placed the exam paper on top, ruffled through my 2 exercise/tutorial notebooks, looked through the folder containing methods and classes from the Java API website, scanned my specially printed summary of useful codes, and finally dug through the entire collection to search for my buried answer sheet. It was a fun experience, actually, and for the first time, I was a bit more confident with my answers. Thanks to my good notes and prepared codes too. Time was short, though. I had a question here and there with half-baked, unfinished answers, but at least, I was able to scribble something for every item, and managed to go through every single question. Later, I realized that I had some incorrect answers here and there, but bah, more than anything, I'm just relieved it's over.
Johni, my Indonesian friend and a Math major, is still disappointed with his linear algebra exam. He came to my room to express his woes and discuss the paper, but as it turned out, I was the one who was made more depressed. I swear, that Johni is a genius, and if he fails this subject, then I might as well be stripped of scholar status and sent back home to the Philippines ASAP, ya?
Adrian, another Indonesian friend, had a pained, almost angry look on his face, when I saw him in the bus stop after the CS1101 exam this afternoon. I semi-waved and semi-smiled to greet him, but he didn't seem to notice. I messaged him through MSN when I reached my room, telling him how things will be okay, and he told me, as expected, he was disappointed with some question in his just-concluded Physics exam. I continued to wish him well, and didn't wait for a reply anymore.
What do you know, a few minutes later, he comes knocking at my door, and lets out some steam. Not directed at me, I tell you. Apparently, he made a careless mistake in some number that was worth some 15 points. He even went to explain the details of this particular number, plus this other 30-point item that stumped him. What can I say about Physics? Haha, what do we say ba, Kor, Ivy? Hehe. My NUS bridging course last year had psyched me up already for crazy academic stuff I had never prepared for in my grade school and high school years, so by now, I sure as hell know better. :)
I hope Adrian's okay though. At least he was slightly comforted by what I said about several people checking an answer script, and that, partial credit will always be given in Physics exams. I didn't make him feel GOOD just yet, but I'm sure he felt a teeny bit better. Sometimes too, we just need to let those monsters out of our head verbally, and we'll feel better. Never mind if the problem isn't remedied just yet. Case in point: this freakin' blog. Hah.
Sigh. Thanks to Ben and Sens and Rashell for the relaxing walk to McDonalds for dinner, and the walk back. Funny, we just went to McDo (McD to locals) to take-away our Big Macs and Filet-o-Fishes. ;)
Hmm.. someone please remind me that 4 days isn't too long. Then it's the glorious Statistics exam. Woooohooo.
Yippeeee. After a mugging series which lasted for several late nights and sleepy early mornings, I am now officially spent.
I've been through two of my four exams (my SG Studies module is non-examinable, remember), and I feel I've just managed to swallow up two particularly nasty lumps of academic food. They didn't go down easy, them Linear Algebra and Programming Methodology, but now I'm just enjoying the thought of setting aside my textbooks and notes, returning library books, and effectively freeing up much-needed memory space in my overloaded brain.
Linear Algebra was bah. I studied till I felt almost saturated, but what can I do? Dr Roger Poh, God bless him, is really a nice lecturer, but ineffective. I wasn't surprised that I got my proofs mixed up, because really, aren't vector spaces just. so. freakin. abstract?
Programming was held this afternoon. This time it was open book, and it was plain to see that, as usual, my desk in the exam hall was the most ridden with.. stuff. I opened my book here, searched my bulky folder of lecture notes, placed the exam paper on top, ruffled through my 2 exercise/tutorial notebooks, looked through the folder containing methods and classes from the Java API website, scanned my specially printed summary of useful codes, and finally dug through the entire collection to search for my buried answer sheet. It was a fun experience, actually, and for the first time, I was a bit more confident with my answers. Thanks to my good notes and prepared codes too. Time was short, though. I had a question here and there with half-baked, unfinished answers, but at least, I was able to scribble something for every item, and managed to go through every single question. Later, I realized that I had some incorrect answers here and there, but bah, more than anything, I'm just relieved it's over.
Johni, my Indonesian friend and a Math major, is still disappointed with his linear algebra exam. He came to my room to express his woes and discuss the paper, but as it turned out, I was the one who was made more depressed. I swear, that Johni is a genius, and if he fails this subject, then I might as well be stripped of scholar status and sent back home to the Philippines ASAP, ya?
Adrian, another Indonesian friend, had a pained, almost angry look on his face, when I saw him in the bus stop after the CS1101 exam this afternoon. I semi-waved and semi-smiled to greet him, but he didn't seem to notice. I messaged him through MSN when I reached my room, telling him how things will be okay, and he told me, as expected, he was disappointed with some question in his just-concluded Physics exam. I continued to wish him well, and didn't wait for a reply anymore.
What do you know, a few minutes later, he comes knocking at my door, and lets out some steam. Not directed at me, I tell you. Apparently, he made a careless mistake in some number that was worth some 15 points. He even went to explain the details of this particular number, plus this other 30-point item that stumped him. What can I say about Physics? Haha, what do we say ba, Kor, Ivy? Hehe. My NUS bridging course last year had psyched me up already for crazy academic stuff I had never prepared for in my grade school and high school years, so by now, I sure as hell know better. :)
I hope Adrian's okay though. At least he was slightly comforted by what I said about several people checking an answer script, and that, partial credit will always be given in Physics exams. I didn't make him feel GOOD just yet, but I'm sure he felt a teeny bit better. Sometimes too, we just need to let those monsters out of our head verbally, and we'll feel better. Never mind if the problem isn't remedied just yet. Case in point: this freakin' blog. Hah.
Sigh. Thanks to Ben and Sens and Rashell for the relaxing walk to McDonalds for dinner, and the walk back. Funny, we just went to McDo (McD to locals) to take-away our Big Macs and Filet-o-Fishes. ;)
Hmm.. someone please remind me that 4 days isn't too long. Then it's the glorious Statistics exam. Woooohooo.
Before I vanish
Before I vanish
My friend from China and birthdaymate Sens (hail the 8th-of-February babies!) once again reminded me the other day that I've been getting thinner and thinner every time we saw each other. For a while I thought she was exaggerating, but now I realize I may have been looking at this full-size mirror in my room a little too much to be able to tell the difference. Can't blame me, too. It's directly to my left when I'm working with my laptop, or when I'm studying on the table, so when I get bored and tired and decide to look around, I can't help but look at myself adoringly. (You also, Korinna, right? Haha!)
We were studying at the Med Library this afternoon, and Michael took this photo using Ferron's Ericsson phone.
Scary photo. I'm so skinny already!
Sens told me that if I continue to grow skinnier, in time, I just might vanish. Haha.
I swear, after these exams, I'm gonna get me lots of sleep, and I'm gonna stuff myself like crazy.
P.S.
I suddenly miss my digicam! :( I've been wanting to go to the Konica shop to have it fixed, but I'm just too busy. Sigh. I'll have it fixed soon, and I promise to post more photos. In time for the NUS Choir caroling sessions, too. ;)
Thanks Ferron for sending me the photo!
My friend from China and birthdaymate Sens (hail the 8th-of-February babies!) once again reminded me the other day that I've been getting thinner and thinner every time we saw each other. For a while I thought she was exaggerating, but now I realize I may have been looking at this full-size mirror in my room a little too much to be able to tell the difference. Can't blame me, too. It's directly to my left when I'm working with my laptop, or when I'm studying on the table, so when I get bored and tired and decide to look around, I can't help but look at myself adoringly. (You also, Korinna, right? Haha!)
We were studying at the Med Library this afternoon, and Michael took this photo using Ferron's Ericsson phone.
Scary photo. I'm so skinny already!
Sens told me that if I continue to grow skinnier, in time, I just might vanish. Haha.
I swear, after these exams, I'm gonna get me lots of sleep, and I'm gonna stuff myself like crazy.
P.S.
I suddenly miss my digicam! :( I've been wanting to go to the Konica shop to have it fixed, but I'm just too busy. Sigh. I'll have it fixed soon, and I promise to post more photos. In time for the NUS Choir caroling sessions, too. ;)
Thanks Ferron for sending me the photo!
Hoping for the sun but it looks like rain
Hoping for the sun but it looks like rain
Oh yeah, as promised in a previous post. Another of my don't-breakdown-yet songs. More of the rap excerpt actually, since I've bleeped out all of Mariah's singing part. Hehe. One of my all-time favorite songs (Mariah included). This one's the extended remix, more relevant to my situation, too.
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Breakdown (The Mo' Thugs Remix)
Mariah Carey + Bone Thugs N Harmony
(Layzie Bone)
Don't break down yet it's over, over (3x)
Don't break down yet it's over
(Krayzie Bone)
Break, breakdown. Steady breaking me on down (2x)
[Mariah: Verse 1] ...
[Mariah: Chorus] ...
[Mariah: Verse 2] ...
[Wish Bone]
Gonna break you down, down, down, only if you let it
(Don't let it)
Everyday crazy situations rocking my mind, trying to break me down
But I won't let it forget it
If you feel the same way that I do
Then let me hear y'all all sing too
Sing, it's al-right, it's alright, it's alright yeah
Hoping for the sun, but it looks like rain
B-O-N-E, but it's still the same
Came this far, but it's been a long road
Troubles gonna come but we gotta stay strong, hold on, on
[Krayzie Bone]
Aw, yeah, I often feel the pressures, y'all
But nevertheless Krayzie won't fall
It's over, it's ending here, here
I said it's over. It's ending here, here
So I'll be on my way
And maybe we can meet up in the future one day
But for now I'm bailing, bailing
Bailing! baby gotta get up, can't take no more I'm headed for the door
Come and take a look into this humble eye
Tell me if we lived a lie
Would our souls unite
[Layzie Bone]
Every new day is a test for me
So I just pray to the Lord for him to bless me, please
There's struggles I'm going through lately
Breaks me down, set me free
Let me be, let me be
Who else do we have to rely on
Whose shoulder can a thug go cry on
Came to get my vibe on
While you look into my eyes
Won't underestimate this soldier story
I'ma tell you right now I'ma stand up
Wrong if I let my lead bust
Pac said keep your head up
Don't let this world get the best of you
All my struggles, I'm through
If it's over, over, over
Don't breakdown yet it's over
[Mariah: Chorus]...
(Break break down)
(Steady breaking me on down)
__________
For those who didn't already know, Bone Thugs rap is like speaking very clearly at a speed of 10words/second. :) Not sure what happened to them though. I thought they split, and then they had this "Resurrection" album, and then I don't know what next.
What's next for me, though, is a duel with Java. I am so exhausted, really, but must hang on. Must hang on. ;P
P.S What's wrong with the tagboard? Hmm.. Tag-board.com better fix it up quick. Please?
Oh yeah, as promised in a previous post. Another of my don't-breakdown-yet songs. More of the rap excerpt actually, since I've bleeped out all of Mariah's singing part. Hehe. One of my all-time favorite songs (Mariah included). This one's the extended remix, more relevant to my situation, too.
__________
Breakdown (The Mo' Thugs Remix)
Mariah Carey + Bone Thugs N Harmony
(Layzie Bone)
Don't break down yet it's over, over (3x)
Don't break down yet it's over
(Krayzie Bone)
Break, breakdown. Steady breaking me on down (2x)
[Mariah: Verse 1] ...
[Mariah: Chorus] ...
[Mariah: Verse 2] ...
[Wish Bone]
Gonna break you down, down, down, only if you let it
(Don't let it)
Everyday crazy situations rocking my mind, trying to break me down
But I won't let it forget it
If you feel the same way that I do
Then let me hear y'all all sing too
Sing, it's al-right, it's alright, it's alright yeah
Hoping for the sun, but it looks like rain
B-O-N-E, but it's still the same
Came this far, but it's been a long road
Troubles gonna come but we gotta stay strong, hold on, on
[Krayzie Bone]
Aw, yeah, I often feel the pressures, y'all
But nevertheless Krayzie won't fall
It's over, it's ending here, here
I said it's over. It's ending here, here
So I'll be on my way
And maybe we can meet up in the future one day
But for now I'm bailing, bailing
Bailing! baby gotta get up, can't take no more I'm headed for the door
Come and take a look into this humble eye
Tell me if we lived a lie
Would our souls unite
[Layzie Bone]
Every new day is a test for me
So I just pray to the Lord for him to bless me, please
There's struggles I'm going through lately
Breaks me down, set me free
Let me be, let me be
Who else do we have to rely on
Whose shoulder can a thug go cry on
Came to get my vibe on
While you look into my eyes
Won't underestimate this soldier story
I'ma tell you right now I'ma stand up
Wrong if I let my lead bust
Pac said keep your head up
Don't let this world get the best of you
All my struggles, I'm through
If it's over, over, over
Don't breakdown yet it's over
[Mariah: Chorus]...
(Break break down)
(Steady breaking me on down)
__________
For those who didn't already know, Bone Thugs rap is like speaking very clearly at a speed of 10words/second. :) Not sure what happened to them though. I thought they split, and then they had this "Resurrection" album, and then I don't know what next.
What's next for me, though, is a duel with Java. I am so exhausted, really, but must hang on. Must hang on. ;P
P.S What's wrong with the tagboard? Hmm.. Tag-board.com better fix it up quick. Please?
And a good time to breakdown is..
And a good time to breakdown is..
..right. about. now.
Hehe. Really, because of the exams looming in the very very near future, everyone in Kent Ridge Hall has turned nocturnal. The dining hall, which is just some twenty steps away from my room, is packed with eyebag-ridden muggers, even right now, at half past 2am. Talk about stress, people. I've been doing my all-nighters the past few days, where I sleep at around 5-6am (sorry Ma, if you're reading this.. hehe), and right before I retire for the night (or morning) after a quick wash-up, I take a peek at the dining hall and lo and behold, the crazy bunch (who apparently took the term "all-nighter" more seriously than I did) would still be there, quietly ruffling through their lecture notes, or staring at their laptops, typing away.
I'm glad though, that I'm finally done with my revision for Linear Algebra. I realized that Dr Roger Poh is indeed a not-too-good (read:bad) lecturer since I picked up more substantial stuff from reading my reference books, but I give him credit for making quite impressive solutions to our tutorials (or maybe I haven't been studying too well?). I've filled about 7/8 of my help sheet (more popularly known among students as "cheat sheet"), which is basically an allowable A4-size paper with handwritten notes, so I'm more or less done with a "rough" revision.
Thanks to Mr Pringles for keeping me company, Howard Anton (Contemporary Linear Algebra, 2003) for being my new best friend, and Nescafe Frothe for keeping me high. God I finished a whole can of Pizzalicious Pringles in two days on my own. About time too, anyway, since my knuckles were turning sore from letting my big hands dig into the tall can.
But of course, things don't stop here. Do you think I'd allow the crazy muggers out there to NOT influence me to study? Hah. You should see the libraries in NUS too, on regular schooldays around this time (today (yesterday) was a holiday, btw, so Happy Hariraya to all Muslims), and you'll see the biggest library mob in your whole life. The effect, perhaps, of the meritocratic education system in Singapore (that I learned in my non-examinable SS module ;)).
So it's Programming from now till Thursday, then I'll brush up my Linear Algebra for Friday's exam. Then it's the open-book final exam for Programming on Saturday.
And now for another all-nighter with my Java notes! Yeeeeey.
..right. about. now.
Hehe. Really, because of the exams looming in the very very near future, everyone in Kent Ridge Hall has turned nocturnal. The dining hall, which is just some twenty steps away from my room, is packed with eyebag-ridden muggers, even right now, at half past 2am. Talk about stress, people. I've been doing my all-nighters the past few days, where I sleep at around 5-6am (sorry Ma, if you're reading this.. hehe), and right before I retire for the night (or morning) after a quick wash-up, I take a peek at the dining hall and lo and behold, the crazy bunch (who apparently took the term "all-nighter" more seriously than I did) would still be there, quietly ruffling through their lecture notes, or staring at their laptops, typing away.
I'm glad though, that I'm finally done with my revision for Linear Algebra. I realized that Dr Roger Poh is indeed a not-too-good (read:bad) lecturer since I picked up more substantial stuff from reading my reference books, but I give him credit for making quite impressive solutions to our tutorials (or maybe I haven't been studying too well?). I've filled about 7/8 of my help sheet (more popularly known among students as "cheat sheet"), which is basically an allowable A4-size paper with handwritten notes, so I'm more or less done with a "rough" revision.
Thanks to Mr Pringles for keeping me company, Howard Anton (Contemporary Linear Algebra, 2003) for being my new best friend, and Nescafe Frothe for keeping me high. God I finished a whole can of Pizzalicious Pringles in two days on my own. About time too, anyway, since my knuckles were turning sore from letting my big hands dig into the tall can.
But of course, things don't stop here. Do you think I'd allow the crazy muggers out there to NOT influence me to study? Hah. You should see the libraries in NUS too, on regular schooldays around this time (today (yesterday) was a holiday, btw, so Happy Hariraya to all Muslims), and you'll see the biggest library mob in your whole life. The effect, perhaps, of the meritocratic education system in Singapore (that I learned in my non-examinable SS module ;)).
So it's Programming from now till Thursday, then I'll brush up my Linear Algebra for Friday's exam. Then it's the open-book final exam for Programming on Saturday.
And now for another all-nighter with my Java notes! Yeeeeey.
Sing when you're winning
Sing when you're winning
Nope, my revision for my coming exams aren't over yet (and it's still a long way ahead too), but I've grown less bitter now. Why I was even bitter in the first place can be blamed on the external factors that have conspired against me, like the totally unpredictable weather (oh yes I got soaked once again when I went to mass just now) that's making me feel so lethargic, this trio of NUS-VPN Client, Norton Internet Security, and Windows XP Service Pack 2 that's been screwing up my internet connection, and several little things here and there that've been hindering me from mugging.
My change of disposition can only be attributed to MUSIC. I've had a healthy dose of music videos last night, thanks to Kiko's link to AOL Music (argh I miss MTV.. no cable in Kent Ridge hall). Anyway, Maroon 5's Harder to Breathe Live performance with surprise surprise, Rob Thomas was way cool. In fact, I suddenly realized that Harder to Breathe could very well be a Matchbox20 song.. Anyway, I finally saw videos that everybody seems to have watched already. Props to Eminem for making the ultra-catchy Just Lose It (although I don't like Mosh), to Usher and his string of cool videos (hah I watched Confessions only now), and Destiny's Child for making a hot comeback as a group. Those girls can dance, all right, and you'll literally be given a double treat in Lose my Breath. Alicia Keys.. what can I say. She's very pretty, don't you think? I like her better in My Boo than in Karma though. I spent some time going through the live sessions too, of Maroon 5 and Jason Mraz.
It was therapeutic, I tell you, listening to music. I turned off my Windows Media Player (with my 2000+ mp3s) for a while so I could study, and I found myself singing aloud in the wee hours of the morning as I was mugging. Haha. Good thing my Singaporean neighbors are home for the weekend, so I even had a singing-in-the-shower session. Haha. Good practice for the NUS Choir caroling sessions in December. ;)
Anyway, I'm feeling giddy and recharged today. Must be the homily too, by Fr Ignatius Yeo. I realized that there is a difference between endurance and putting up with something. For a while there I felt the homily was for me, as now I know I should endure my intense student chores, and not put up with them.
Hmm.. I'm in a rapping mood right now. Haha, believe it or not, I was into Bone Thugs some years back. One of the few perks of being able to speak at lightning speed is that you can manage to do some Bone Thugs stuff. I'll post the lyrics of my favorite Bone Thugs rap next entry.
Happy mugging, Joseph.
Nope, my revision for my coming exams aren't over yet (and it's still a long way ahead too), but I've grown less bitter now. Why I was even bitter in the first place can be blamed on the external factors that have conspired against me, like the totally unpredictable weather (oh yes I got soaked once again when I went to mass just now) that's making me feel so lethargic, this trio of NUS-VPN Client, Norton Internet Security, and Windows XP Service Pack 2 that's been screwing up my internet connection, and several little things here and there that've been hindering me from mugging.
My change of disposition can only be attributed to MUSIC. I've had a healthy dose of music videos last night, thanks to Kiko's link to AOL Music (argh I miss MTV.. no cable in Kent Ridge hall). Anyway, Maroon 5's Harder to Breathe Live performance with surprise surprise, Rob Thomas was way cool. In fact, I suddenly realized that Harder to Breathe could very well be a Matchbox20 song.. Anyway, I finally saw videos that everybody seems to have watched already. Props to Eminem for making the ultra-catchy Just Lose It (although I don't like Mosh), to Usher and his string of cool videos (hah I watched Confessions only now), and Destiny's Child for making a hot comeback as a group. Those girls can dance, all right, and you'll literally be given a double treat in Lose my Breath. Alicia Keys.. what can I say. She's very pretty, don't you think? I like her better in My Boo than in Karma though. I spent some time going through the live sessions too, of Maroon 5 and Jason Mraz.
It was therapeutic, I tell you, listening to music. I turned off my Windows Media Player (with my 2000+ mp3s) for a while so I could study, and I found myself singing aloud in the wee hours of the morning as I was mugging. Haha. Good thing my Singaporean neighbors are home for the weekend, so I even had a singing-in-the-shower session. Haha. Good practice for the NUS Choir caroling sessions in December. ;)
Anyway, I'm feeling giddy and recharged today. Must be the homily too, by Fr Ignatius Yeo. I realized that there is a difference between endurance and putting up with something. For a while there I felt the homily was for me, as now I know I should endure my intense student chores, and not put up with them.
Hmm.. I'm in a rapping mood right now. Haha, believe it or not, I was into Bone Thugs some years back. One of the few perks of being able to speak at lightning speed is that you can manage to do some Bone Thugs stuff. I'll post the lyrics of my favorite Bone Thugs rap next entry.
Happy mugging, Joseph.
Distraction #99
Distraction #99
But it's a good one, I tell you.
Remember my Singapore Studies essay? (Well how couldn't you, when I've been blabbering about it in many posts :P) Yep, it's that research essay on Corridor, a short story collection by Alfian Sa'at. And yessss, it's the one I painstakingly worked on till the wee hours of the morning for several nights, and about which I emailed my tutor because of sudden roadblocks that conveniently popped up one day before the deadline (word length, the issue of whether it should discuss the author's viewpoints or mine).
I finally submitted my essay this rainy afternoon (and yes I got soaking wet once again), after letting Karen, Ferron, and Michael read it, so I could get an idea of how I'll fare. Karen pointed out some flaws in my assumptions (which I tried to correct later on), Ferron gave thorough critique of my presentation, and Michael gave it an 8.5/10, which is good enough for me. I myself am unsure about the essay: it's 200 words over the Suggested Length of 2500, and although I am still clinging on to the belief that I should present the author's perspectives more than my opinion because the instruction says so ("how the text represents Singapore"), I am still unsure about the whole thing.
So imagine my surprise when I received this email:
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From : Alfian Bin Sa'at
Sent : Friday, November 12, 2004 5:06:32 PM
To : joseph soroñgon
Subject : Re: thanks again!
Dear Joseph,
I got your message that you left on my diaryland guestbook. I was wondering if I
could trouble you with sending me that essay you're writing on 'Corridor'? It would
such a pleasure and honour to read.
Alfian. : )
=====
If you care too much about Singapore,
First it'll break your spirit
And then it'll break your heart.
__________
This freaked me out a bit. See, I signed Alfian's guestbook in his diaryland journal (which contains very interesting and insightful material too), and although I did say that I was writing a paper on his short story collection, Corridor, I didn't hope or expect him to ask me to send it. Hehe, just want to clarify that I wasn't doing any fishing of sorts. I signed his guestbook, more as a form of relief that the bloody essay was nearing its completion, and a sign of gratitude for "helping" me make the essay. I mean, no Alfian -> no Corridor -> no essay, right?
Now, all I can think of is, "I'm not worthy!!" God I am such a sucker for successful writers. I am envious, as a matter of fact. And although some signs here and there would tell you that I may just be underestimating myself (my writing awards and credits I am sincerely thankful for and mighty proud of, don't get me wrong), I still am awed by these writers of top calibre. I mean, they're on a totally different plane! But then again, I'm only 18, soo.. it only gets better. Hehe.
Still, I'm a bit anxious about sending Alfian a copy of my essay. It's like playing an original guitar composition to Jason Mraz, or giving Usher a sample of one's own dance moves. Imagine that! Or, dealing with something closer to home, how about letting Jessica Zafra read your English assignment? You get the drift. I'm still sending it, though, and I hope he won't be too disappointed. Thank you Alfian, though, for emailing one of your fans. ;)
Oh, btw, if you don't know who the great Alfian Sa'at is, click on this link to access one of my earlier posts.
Hmm.. I think I've spent too much time blogging now, and this is yet another distraction to my study time! Argh, and to think the cold rain has lulled me to sleep all afternoon. Hmph. Linear algebra awaits.
But it's a good one, I tell you.
Remember my Singapore Studies essay? (Well how couldn't you, when I've been blabbering about it in many posts :P) Yep, it's that research essay on Corridor, a short story collection by Alfian Sa'at. And yessss, it's the one I painstakingly worked on till the wee hours of the morning for several nights, and about which I emailed my tutor because of sudden roadblocks that conveniently popped up one day before the deadline (word length, the issue of whether it should discuss the author's viewpoints or mine).
I finally submitted my essay this rainy afternoon (and yes I got soaking wet once again), after letting Karen, Ferron, and Michael read it, so I could get an idea of how I'll fare. Karen pointed out some flaws in my assumptions (which I tried to correct later on), Ferron gave thorough critique of my presentation, and Michael gave it an 8.5/10, which is good enough for me. I myself am unsure about the essay: it's 200 words over the Suggested Length of 2500, and although I am still clinging on to the belief that I should present the author's perspectives more than my opinion because the instruction says so ("how the text represents Singapore"), I am still unsure about the whole thing.
So imagine my surprise when I received this email:
_________
From : Alfian Bin Sa'at
Sent : Friday, November 12, 2004 5:06:32 PM
To : joseph soroñgon
Subject : Re: thanks again!
Dear Joseph,
I got your message that you left on my diaryland guestbook. I was wondering if I
could trouble you with sending me that essay you're writing on 'Corridor'? It would
such a pleasure and honour to read.
Alfian. : )
=====
If you care too much about Singapore,
First it'll break your spirit
And then it'll break your heart.
__________
This freaked me out a bit. See, I signed Alfian's guestbook in his diaryland journal (which contains very interesting and insightful material too), and although I did say that I was writing a paper on his short story collection, Corridor, I didn't hope or expect him to ask me to send it. Hehe, just want to clarify that I wasn't doing any fishing of sorts. I signed his guestbook, more as a form of relief that the bloody essay was nearing its completion, and a sign of gratitude for "helping" me make the essay. I mean, no Alfian -> no Corridor -> no essay, right?
Now, all I can think of is, "I'm not worthy!!" God I am such a sucker for successful writers. I am envious, as a matter of fact. And although some signs here and there would tell you that I may just be underestimating myself (my writing awards and credits I am sincerely thankful for and mighty proud of, don't get me wrong), I still am awed by these writers of top calibre. I mean, they're on a totally different plane! But then again, I'm only 18, soo.. it only gets better. Hehe.
Still, I'm a bit anxious about sending Alfian a copy of my essay. It's like playing an original guitar composition to Jason Mraz, or giving Usher a sample of one's own dance moves. Imagine that! Or, dealing with something closer to home, how about letting Jessica Zafra read your English assignment? You get the drift. I'm still sending it, though, and I hope he won't be too disappointed. Thank you Alfian, though, for emailing one of your fans. ;)
Oh, btw, if you don't know who the great Alfian Sa'at is, click on this link to access one of my earlier posts.
Hmm.. I think I've spent too much time blogging now, and this is yet another distraction to my study time! Argh, and to think the cold rain has lulled me to sleep all afternoon. Hmph. Linear algebra awaits.
Running
Running
Sigh. I'm tired. Been doing this 2500-word final assignment for my Singapore Studies. Yes, that's the module I gave a tribute to in the last post. Don't get me wrong, I'm enjoying writing this paper, but I wish there wasn't any deadline! And this online Factiva database, which I access for research material (mainly journals and newpapers), is too large, yet skimpy on the good substantial ones. Too late for me to complain actually, since I've secured all my research, and now I'm just organizing the whole thing into a coherent, smart-sounding piece of text within (or just around) the suggested word length. And oh yeah, my paper is an analysis of poet-cum-playwright Alfian Sa'at's Corridor, a short story collection, and how it represents Singapore. (Trust me, what he says you'll never find in any Singapore travel brochure =P)
Then it's the exams for me. Two major ones next week.
Programming Methodology (Java!) and Linear Algebra.
Here's one of my hang-on-in-there songs. Works just fine.
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Running
by No Doubt
Run/ Running all the time/ Running to the future/ With you right by my side
Me/ I'm the one you chose/ Out of all the people/ You wanted me the most/
I'm so sorry that I'm falling/ Help me up let's keep on running/
Don't let me fall out of love
Running, running/ As fast as we can/ Do you think we'll make it?/ (Do you think we'll make it?)/
We're running/ Keep holding my hand/ It's so we don't get separated
Be/ Be the one I need/ Be the one I trust most/ Don't stop inspiring me/
Sometimes it's hard to keep on running/ We work so much to keep it going/
Don't make me want to give up
___
Now I gotta run and do some mugging, because I'm running out of time, too.
Sigh. I'm tired. Been doing this 2500-word final assignment for my Singapore Studies. Yes, that's the module I gave a tribute to in the last post. Don't get me wrong, I'm enjoying writing this paper, but I wish there wasn't any deadline! And this online Factiva database, which I access for research material (mainly journals and newpapers), is too large, yet skimpy on the good substantial ones. Too late for me to complain actually, since I've secured all my research, and now I'm just organizing the whole thing into a coherent, smart-sounding piece of text within (or just around) the suggested word length. And oh yeah, my paper is an analysis of poet-cum-playwright Alfian Sa'at's Corridor, a short story collection, and how it represents Singapore. (Trust me, what he says you'll never find in any Singapore travel brochure =P)
Then it's the exams for me. Two major ones next week.
Programming Methodology (Java!) and Linear Algebra.
Here's one of my hang-on-in-there songs. Works just fine.
___________
Running
by No Doubt
Run/ Running all the time/ Running to the future/ With you right by my side
Me/ I'm the one you chose/ Out of all the people/ You wanted me the most/
I'm so sorry that I'm falling/ Help me up let's keep on running/
Don't let me fall out of love
Running, running/ As fast as we can/ Do you think we'll make it?/ (Do you think we'll make it?)/
We're running/ Keep holding my hand/ It's so we don't get separated
Be/ Be the one I need/ Be the one I trust most/ Don't stop inspiring me/
Sometimes it's hard to keep on running/ We work so much to keep it going/
Don't make me want to give up
___
Now I gotta run and do some mugging, because I'm running out of time, too.
SSA1206: Representing Singapore
SSA1206: Representing Singapore
My Singapore Studies module formally ended this afternoon. We had our second quiz, about film and TV, where I struggled to scribble everything I knew about the short video clips from the blockbuster hit I Not Stupid and the popular "national sitcom" Phua Chu Kang Pte Ltd.
I was surprised too, when Dr Holden clarified that there will be no more tutorials this week, when my tutor, Ms Wang, specifically told me last week that we would have one last one. Apparently, this last session was the end of it all, and Dr Holden gave a wrap-up of the module, and distributed some feedback forms.
I've always maintained that my SS module is my most enjoyable module this sem, and I am quite sad that it ends today. I've always kidded around, saying that I'm working harder on my SS, which is basically just a supplementary module, than my core modules for my major, Statistics! Haha. But really, I feel this SS would pull my grade average up, since I am not exactly excelling in my core modules. ;)
Anyway, I don't seem to find closure just yet, maybe because it's not over over, as the 2500-word final assignment is still due on Friday, but I just want to blog it in, that I had fun taking the module, and I am grateful for the exposure to different popular media in Singapore (novel, poetry, play, film, tv) and the insights I gained about Singapore as a whole.
BTW, this SS module is a new one, offered for the first time this semester, and I hope they keep it in the succeeding sems. I believe that "fun" modules should complement the more intense, technical, analytical ones, to keep us all happily sane.
Maybe I'll minor in English Studies or Sociology? Now that's a thought.
My Singapore Studies module formally ended this afternoon. We had our second quiz, about film and TV, where I struggled to scribble everything I knew about the short video clips from the blockbuster hit I Not Stupid and the popular "national sitcom" Phua Chu Kang Pte Ltd.
I was surprised too, when Dr Holden clarified that there will be no more tutorials this week, when my tutor, Ms Wang, specifically told me last week that we would have one last one. Apparently, this last session was the end of it all, and Dr Holden gave a wrap-up of the module, and distributed some feedback forms.
I've always maintained that my SS module is my most enjoyable module this sem, and I am quite sad that it ends today. I've always kidded around, saying that I'm working harder on my SS, which is basically just a supplementary module, than my core modules for my major, Statistics! Haha. But really, I feel this SS would pull my grade average up, since I am not exactly excelling in my core modules. ;)
Anyway, I don't seem to find closure just yet, maybe because it's not over over, as the 2500-word final assignment is still due on Friday, but I just want to blog it in, that I had fun taking the module, and I am grateful for the exposure to different popular media in Singapore (novel, poetry, play, film, tv) and the insights I gained about Singapore as a whole.
BTW, this SS module is a new one, offered for the first time this semester, and I hope they keep it in the succeeding sems. I believe that "fun" modules should complement the more intense, technical, analytical ones, to keep us all happily sane.
Maybe I'll minor in English Studies or Sociology? Now that's a thought.
Swamped Series 2
Swamped Series 2
You know you're swamped when you have so many things to do, when you can't even remember all of them and you have to write them up on your ever-reliable whiteboard, when you don't which freaking one to start working on first, and when, as a result of all this madness, you just decide to do something totally unrelated -- blog.
Or watch movies. Or download and rush through the last episodes of the first season of the OC since the new season premiere is just around the corner (or is it over yet in the US?).
Argh. I need focus.
Anyway, I had an interesting day in Chinatown by my lonesome this afternoon. It was quite refreshing to get out of the hall, out of NUS for a while (and not just in nearby Clementi too, where I go weekly to Church and grocery).
I brought my choir suit to the tailor for repair (the 2nd-hand suit's sleeves were two inches short), and had my measurements taken for the pants. It was surprisingly quick, so I strolled around People's Park Centre, and went to OG for a look at the shirts and bags and shoes. I realized that it's either I'm broke or everything in Singapore is just too pricey.
Well I am running broke, which is the awful truth (what with my two week extension in hall for the choir's events (S$120), plus the food and travel expenses I'm sure to incur in that two weeks(S$x), and the cost of my suit (S$y)), and OF COURSE everything in the richest country in Southeast Asia (where did I read that? ahhh my SS readings) is bound to be expensive.
Sigh. I want to splurge when I'm swamped and stressed. Turns out I must hold on to dear Yusof bin Ishak notes so I can still survive until December 20.
Hmm.. lotsa readings for my SS to do, and my Java program awaits its construction.
Konting tiis na lang, Jose.
You know you're swamped when you have so many things to do, when you can't even remember all of them and you have to write them up on your ever-reliable whiteboard, when you don't which freaking one to start working on first, and when, as a result of all this madness, you just decide to do something totally unrelated -- blog.
Or watch movies. Or download and rush through the last episodes of the first season of the OC since the new season premiere is just around the corner (or is it over yet in the US?).
Argh. I need focus.
Anyway, I had an interesting day in Chinatown by my lonesome this afternoon. It was quite refreshing to get out of the hall, out of NUS for a while (and not just in nearby Clementi too, where I go weekly to Church and grocery).
I brought my choir suit to the tailor for repair (the 2nd-hand suit's sleeves were two inches short), and had my measurements taken for the pants. It was surprisingly quick, so I strolled around People's Park Centre, and went to OG for a look at the shirts and bags and shoes. I realized that it's either I'm broke or everything in Singapore is just too pricey.
Well I am running broke, which is the awful truth (what with my two week extension in hall for the choir's events (S$120), plus the food and travel expenses I'm sure to incur in that two weeks(S$x), and the cost of my suit (S$y)), and OF COURSE everything in the richest country in Southeast Asia (where did I read that? ahhh my SS readings) is bound to be expensive.
Sigh. I want to splurge when I'm swamped and stressed. Turns out I must hold on to dear Yusof bin Ishak notes so I can still survive until December 20.
Hmm.. lotsa readings for my SS to do, and my Java program awaits its construction.
Konting tiis na lang, Jose.
Weird
Weird
Let it be put on record that whatever I wrote in the last two posts were funny funny stuff that emerges only when things get a little weird. Half-meant stuff that just pop up like unwanted zits.
May it be known that I am no longer bitter, and, even if I got drenched in the rain awhile ago (my shoes were fully soaked actually, and I had to bear with them for a good two hours for this Kent Ridge Walk for my Bio assignment), my nose still clogged, and my voice, its pitch lowered drastically, still seems to come from faraway speakers, and my papers and assignments and my Java program and my Friday tutorials still undone, I am fine.
More fine actually, than I expected. Weird. That good sort of weird though, and I hope things will remain just. like. this.
Let it be put on record that whatever I wrote in the last two posts were funny funny stuff that emerges only when things get a little weird. Half-meant stuff that just pop up like unwanted zits.
May it be known that I am no longer bitter, and, even if I got drenched in the rain awhile ago (my shoes were fully soaked actually, and I had to bear with them for a good two hours for this Kent Ridge Walk for my Bio assignment), my nose still clogged, and my voice, its pitch lowered drastically, still seems to come from faraway speakers, and my papers and assignments and my Java program and my Friday tutorials still undone, I am fine.
More fine actually, than I expected. Weird. That good sort of weird though, and I hope things will remain just. like. this.
Breathe in, breathe out
Breathe in, breathe out. In. Out. In again. Out.
Things are snowballing. Great, just the perfect time.
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I should keep a private journal for my chronicle my uberpersonal life and to contain my privatest privatest thoughts. (That doesn't mean though that this blog isn't personal and revealing, as my constant readers would know) I'm not even sure if it should be the online sort of journal, as some people are too Google-savvy, which isn't a bad thing, too.
It's just that I'm running a little short of my ME time and space.
Things are snowballing. Great, just the perfect time.
*blogworthy material cannot be displayed*
I should keep a private journal for my chronicle my uberpersonal life and to contain my privatest privatest thoughts. (That doesn't mean though that this blog isn't personal and revealing, as my constant readers would know) I'm not even sure if it should be the online sort of journal, as some people are too Google-savvy, which isn't a bad thing, too.
It's just that I'm running a little short of my ME time and space.
Not the time
Now is not the time.
Great. What a time to screw up things when I should be focusing on doing the more pertinent, urgent stuff.
Someone play me 3AM by Matchbox Twenty. Good night.
Great. What a time to screw up things when I should be focusing on doing the more pertinent, urgent stuff.
Someone play me 3AM by Matchbox Twenty. Good night.
Rainy days
Rainy days
I've been through hell the past few days, and for the next few days and weeks, hell it will still be.
I'm quite sick right now, with this flu that I caught last Sunday. Yesterday it was horrible, my brain cells, each of the billions of them, kept pounding at my skull, wanting my head to burst. I couldn't sleep on Sunday night, as my throat seemed to be harboring fuzzy creatures itching for attention, I froze in my Monday SS lecture, and I was virtually mutilating my hanky in my trip to Robinson Road that rainy afternoon.
I went to Robinson Road (I couldn't find MTV though), into the Silkair office at the 25th floor of the SIA Building. I have this round trip 6-month ticket, see, which I bought in Davao. I was pretty confident I wouldn't run out of seats, since I thought the peak days were in late November and early December, but as it turned out, there are no more flights on my desired date, December 20! The next flight would be on January 1 still! Great.
I hope someone on the December 20 or 21 flight backs out so I could go home! It's kind of suspenseful to be in the waiting list, and I'm not quite enjoying it. And the December 18 and 19 caroling sessions of the Choir at the Esplanade Concourse better be worth my extended stay. ;)
What else, what else. Oh yeah, deadlines looming up ahead. I have two Biology assignments, yet another crazy Java lab (the last one!), a Singapore Studies quiz, and the Singapore Studies Final Assignment (something like our exam) all due next week! And, the week after that, it will be exams galore! Wooohooo. No time to fool around and do idle stuff.
That's about it. I still have my deep sexy voice (I think I could be Bass 3 for choir now, if it even exists) as a result of my rainy day adventures, and as much as I would like to tease Karen with this newfound sound from my phlegm-infested lungs, I sure wish I get well soonest so I can study like a madman, like most everyone else.
I've been through hell the past few days, and for the next few days and weeks, hell it will still be.
I'm quite sick right now, with this flu that I caught last Sunday. Yesterday it was horrible, my brain cells, each of the billions of them, kept pounding at my skull, wanting my head to burst. I couldn't sleep on Sunday night, as my throat seemed to be harboring fuzzy creatures itching for attention, I froze in my Monday SS lecture, and I was virtually mutilating my hanky in my trip to Robinson Road that rainy afternoon.
I went to Robinson Road (I couldn't find MTV though), into the Silkair office at the 25th floor of the SIA Building. I have this round trip 6-month ticket, see, which I bought in Davao. I was pretty confident I wouldn't run out of seats, since I thought the peak days were in late November and early December, but as it turned out, there are no more flights on my desired date, December 20! The next flight would be on January 1 still! Great.
I hope someone on the December 20 or 21 flight backs out so I could go home! It's kind of suspenseful to be in the waiting list, and I'm not quite enjoying it. And the December 18 and 19 caroling sessions of the Choir at the Esplanade Concourse better be worth my extended stay. ;)
What else, what else. Oh yeah, deadlines looming up ahead. I have two Biology assignments, yet another crazy Java lab (the last one!), a Singapore Studies quiz, and the Singapore Studies Final Assignment (something like our exam) all due next week! And, the week after that, it will be exams galore! Wooohooo. No time to fool around and do idle stuff.
That's about it. I still have my deep sexy voice (I think I could be Bass 3 for choir now, if it even exists) as a result of my rainy day adventures, and as much as I would like to tease Karen with this newfound sound from my phlegm-infested lungs, I sure wish I get well soonest so I can study like a madman, like most everyone else.
