Went for a morning run with zw and corn, nearly died on my third round, my stamina has really gone down the hill. After that was a session of badminton and I went home with a splitting headache. Ugh, I suppose it was the morning sun that zapped all my energy and I think im runnning a fever now. Hai.
Everytime I fall ill, for some unknown and probably perverse reason, my tongue would start to taste like fish porridge. Hmm, perhaps im used to eating fish porridge when im ill, but this is a tad overboard. Yuck.
Must get well soon, for next week's activities (:
Friday, December 11, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
the end of another year.
The semester passed by scarily fast, just 7 more sems to go. Freedom is lovely, but there is this nagging doubt that I have not really done myself justice in my studies.
Finally getting a nice break after a hectic semester, as well as a nice draught of ice cold beer.
Met up with jess today and we passed by many shops that sold kids stuff that were very expensive. Parents are willing to spend so much on kids stuff like clothing for their toddlers; yet the toddlers probably wont even remember that they had such nice clothes. I would rather save that amount of money in a bank ( to reduce my opportunity cost of holding money. WHAT. don judge me.) and spend on my kids when they have grown up and learnt to appreciate such things.
I feel that my biological clock has been screwed up again, sleeping later and later.
Finally getting a nice break after a hectic semester, as well as a nice draught of ice cold beer.
Met up with jess today and we passed by many shops that sold kids stuff that were very expensive. Parents are willing to spend so much on kids stuff like clothing for their toddlers; yet the toddlers probably wont even remember that they had such nice clothes. I would rather save that amount of money in a bank ( to reduce my opportunity cost of holding money. WHAT. don judge me.) and spend on my kids when they have grown up and learnt to appreciate such things.
I feel that my biological clock has been screwed up again, sleeping later and later.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
almost.
I can smell it. Almost within my grasp. My poor brain has been bullied no end. I will get matlab over and done with and finally indulge in some super slacking activities with my friends!
And you! I'll be waiting for my ramen.
And you! I'll be waiting for my ramen.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
the final push.
Am now at the library waiting for my beloved, but perpetually late Kublai to arrive. Haha. I had been at the library mugging for the past week and I only just found out from Nessa that Kublai has also been at the library for the past week! And I never saw anyone of them! How cool is that.
The exams haven't really been that kind to me, esp math, utterly demoralised when I couldn't complete the whole paper confidently, unlike the times during A levels where I could complete the whole paper under half of the allocated time and know that I secured at least 80% of the marks.
Oh well, I must push on for my material science and...matlab. Gan-gan-ganbatte.
The exams haven't really been that kind to me, esp math, utterly demoralised when I couldn't complete the whole paper confidently, unlike the times during A levels where I could complete the whole paper under half of the allocated time and know that I secured at least 80% of the marks.
Oh well, I must push on for my material science and...matlab. Gan-gan-ganbatte.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
the end of a semester.
This is it. The final week of the semester, been camping at home for these whole time, trying to get my brain even more fine tuned. I wished I still had the same brain power back in the A levels. Ugh.
It was the final session for this semester for the Drop-in cafe. Even though we only see each other for once a week, it was great talking to all of my group members, especially the HTHT sessions amidst all the noise generated by those monsters, and making GOOD, and weird friends.
We tried to take a nice group photo. Not as easy as it seemed with pris around.
It was the final session for this semester for the Drop-in cafe. Even though we only see each other for once a week, it was great talking to all of my group members, especially the HTHT sessions amidst all the noise generated by those monsters, and making GOOD, and weird friends.
We tried to take a nice group photo. Not as easy as it seemed with pris around.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
cyclical unemployment.
Its already week11! Ever since the orientation camps passed by, every week has been a repeated cycle.
Firstly, the weekend would fly by. And that's me on sunday nights trying to rush my Matlab assignment and econs tutorial (which gave me the inspiration for this blog post).
Monday, for some reason or another, I seem to have lost the ability to wake up early. Thus, I would wake up when it is already the early afternoon and I have to go prepare for lessons. When I come back from school, again, the mad rush for Matlab and econs tutorial.
Tuesday, has been quite a demoralising day for this semester. My inability to wake up early has cost me quite a few lessons.
Wednesday, after a good economics lecture, my cca!
Thursday. Slack.
Friday. Ehhhh..slack.
Firstly, the weekend would fly by. And that's me on sunday nights trying to rush my Matlab assignment and econs tutorial (which gave me the inspiration for this blog post).
Monday, for some reason or another, I seem to have lost the ability to wake up early. Thus, I would wake up when it is already the early afternoon and I have to go prepare for lessons. When I come back from school, again, the mad rush for Matlab and econs tutorial.
Tuesday, has been quite a demoralising day for this semester. My inability to wake up early has cost me quite a few lessons.
Wednesday, after a good economics lecture, my cca!
Thursday. Slack.
Friday. Ehhhh..slack.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
conundrum.
I think too much. I observe and question the actions of people. And I cant say that my conclusion is very far from the actual happenings. So from the early shapes of my conclusion, I can already tell that I wont like it, one single bit.
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