stolen colours

Here I am back at the computer with a malfunctioning spacebar. Not that it doesn’t work; but the force must be directed at a certain angle.

I feel my processing speed slowing down already. Argh how! This doesn’t end tomorrow! There’s still anatomy on Friday.

I have a regimen for keeping myself hydrated: every time I feel like screaming, I curb the urge to by taking a swig from my water bottle – which makes for a toilet break every hour or so, sad to say.

Who was my English teacher in Sec 4. (We still have lots of unmarked assignments with her and perishable Teachers’ Day presents have probably degraded in her locker and set up a micro-ecosystem there…) She said, people who scream “I’m going to die!” are those who will be alright. It’s the quiet ones you have to look out for…

For those who are free and have SCV, Moonchild will be aired on Ch 56 at 4pm today. WATCH IT. To know the beauty of androgyny (but ignore the fashion sense). If it’s dubbed in Mandarin, turn the sound off; ‘cos the 2 male leads are the 2 best vocalists I’ve ever heard.

A thousand apologies for my mistake ^^;;

As Enli put it, I’m having periodic panic attacks and not the only one to suffer from them. This’ll be over soon, but before the end I won’t be happy and I’m not going to waste energy trying to cheer myself up. (OHOHO! Zygomaticus major and minor! I ALWAYS remember things that will never ever come up in the exams.) Optimism is over-rated. It’s all very well to say ‘Happiness is a matter of choice.” Sure, I can panic and be happy, or panic and be unhappy. But it doesn’t really matter how optimistic I am because what it all boils down to is whether I can finish studying, which hinges on time and studying efficiency and not happiness quotient. (If studying efficiency and happinness quotient were linked, there’s no problem there…but unfortunately, they are not. For me, anyway)

I’ve never felt so out of my depth before.
And now the optimist would say, “Well, get used to it! It gets worse later.”
And it will.

Maybe you think I’m a wimp for complaining so much about exams. I’m just saying what I feel. I’m sure everyone feels the same way, just that some choose to keep it inside. Doesn’t make them better than me, because they feel the same way in the first place. Ha. So there. *sticks tongue out*

Incoherent post. Bleh.

Thanks all those who called, commented and SMSed. I didn’t want to telephone anyone ‘cos I’d spend a long time talking and…

raydance: whoever these people are, it’s hilarious. i can’t remember the warcraft characters myself even though I played lots of it back then, but i haven’t touched it in too long. i thought the furion/tyrande part earlier was hilarious though.

These people are scum. i.e. a clique of crazy people in medfac. Kinda like what the CoRngress used to be, just that they don’t play charades or PoohSticks.

Sniffling away now. Ugh.

There is too much to study ther eis too much there is too much and I can’t do any of the past year questions that I looked at PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC. Shouldn’t have slacked so much over the weekend. I am DEAD. *sob*

There’s something wrong with my ICQ. I can’t go online and clutch at friends and wail. So I settled for doing a questionnaire. Somehow quizzes help you to calm down and focus. MRT names for the Circle Line. I’d like to say I gave really original suggestions, but I’m a practical person and I want the names of my MRT stations to give me a clue about where the hell they are. Like “brachial artery”, which means ‘artery of the arm” i.e. where it’s at, as opposed to “macho artery” or something.

What’s up with all the various characters hijacking my comments box? Someone give me a tutorial on Warcraft, please.

The light in my room came back on after dinner. My family has attributed it to poor electrical contact. In the past it’ll be like this:

Light: *Goes off*.
Me: Argh!
Mother: *happens to walk in* Hmm. *toggles the switch a few times*
Light: *stays off*
Me: Lousy China lamp. *runs to get Father*
Father: *comes into room and presses the switch once*
Light: *comes on*
Father: It’s okay what.
Me: Grr. *but can’t stare daggers at light ‘cos it’s too bright*

The ceiling light in my room just blew a fuse!!!!!!!! ARGH HOW TO STUDY!!!!!!!!!
Father’s away in Penang and will reach Singapore at 10.30pm i.e. I don’t know where the hell the spare lamps and screwdrivers are and the last time I climbed onto a ladder I fell off…*wails* Why, why, why did I not learn to fix things myself before this!!!

*starts looking around for places to invade that have air-conditioning*

Damn. More typos. Thanks wt for pointing that out. My geography teacher was Mrs Chua P__ ___, not Mrs Phua. Ach. No wonder it seemed a bit weird as I was typing it. My brain isn’t working too well…I’d better go get some more glucose.

I couldn’t study at all today, so I spent my time in the library twiddling my thumbs and wondering why the scum could still work so hard. If you saw me staring intently to my left I must have been looking out at the window in a bid to relax my eyes. Sigh. After I got home I spent half an hour printing out Lifen’s notes; should have done that a long, long time ago. I just want to PASS.

So what have I been doing with myself? I finally took out Kabuki more than a few months after buying it and finished reading volume 5. If you recall there’s this part where she’s talking to a Cheshire Cat and the drawing style is kindergarten-like scribbly pencil on white paper. There’re these 3 frames where they talk in sign language for three frames i.e. there are speech bubbles with various hand signs in them. I actually went to decipher it! The first two frames are gibberish, but the third one spells “David Mack”. *lol* I’m glad I’ve finally been able to spot something by myself instead of having to refer to annotations.

[Background info: I know sign language for the letters of the alphabet because my sec 2 class was crazy about it. It came in useful as an ice breaker while I was relief teaching in RGS.]

So says the rain. I have decided not to go.

Comment replies
To Tian Cai: because I went back and edited the entry with the typo so that the typo wasn’t there. And I just re-edited the entry to put the typo back.

To shmeen: dessert soup is tang2 shui3 sugar water with dates, longans, nuts, and things that Mother takes a fancy to.

My new seat in the library is a tad too close to an air-con vent for my comfort, but I like the view. It’s two cubicles away from the window, which means I see just the trees and the tops of buildings, and not the uglier things lower down. The tree that takes up most of the view is some fir species, I think; well, it has needle-shaped leaves. Remember how we learnt in secondary school geography that vegetation was categorised into 4 types? Tropical rainforest, deciduous, coniferous, and one more I can’t recall. We had to do that Compare-and-Contrast thing with the huge boxes once and I tried to be funny by comparing the rainforest and the coniferous forest ‘cos one wouldn’t think to do so, normally. To my surprise the geog teacher Mrs Phua actually said, “Hmm…interesting…there’re actually more similarities that people don’t really notice usually.” And apparently so. How on earth do yew trees survive and thrive in Singapore? That day I went home and stared at my opposite neighbour’s towering yew tree.

Why am I blogging so much? Heh. Cubicling myself and cutting off all forms of human interaction (save for a few SMSes) seems to have a stimulatory effect on the verbose area of my cerebral cortex.
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Found a buyer for my extra copy of Hagakure! Thank parma.

It is freezing in the library.