blame it on the stress from the upcoming mid terms, i'm not exactly in a happy state right now. things are beginning to pile up and i'm getting flustered from all the undone work and blah blah blah. the emo songs playing in the background are definitely NOT helping.

on the contrary, i had spent a great day with my JC peeps today! i never fail to feel more comfortable when i'm with them. had my daily dosage of laughter from Running Man and we came to a consensus that Hwang's at utown serves sumptuous and authentic Korean food. die Lebensmittel sind sehr lecker!

i hope i'm done with the revision for the Einstein's module. since its open book test, i'll just pray very hard that i locate the answers as fast as possible. 35 MCQs and 5 short answer questions in an hour, completing the paper seems like an Herculean task. perhaps i have to do the paper at a speed close to c, then i'll experience time dilation so i'll have more time to finish it. okay enough of the physics bullcrap. Es ist nür 20 Prozent.

looking forward to Korean buffet on Friday! perhaps i shall do a review on that.

what do you want to be when you grow up?

that is by far the most common composition question for young children, one which allows their imagination to flow freely and answer things like - i want to be the chef, i want to be a pilot, i want to be a scientist etc. my mom once babysitted a P1 kid and he told me right in my face that he hopes to become a president. well, the hard truth will soon dawn upon him. my P2 student just told me that she wants to be an Art teacher, she's the sane one. i wanted to be a teacher, but like what my GP teacher said, that's probably the most ubiquitous answer coming from most kids, since the professions they know of are either that of their parents' or a teacher. true that.

as we grow up, we draw towards the realisation that these dreams get more and more far-fetched, simply because we are not born/made to do certain professions. perhaps we are just meant to work like cows, receive our fixed meagre monthly paycheck and never be able to act #likeaboss.

now, as i enter the last phase of my education, (yes finally after almost 2 decade), this question becomes seemingly pressing. what do i really want to be?

i dont know.

tsk. because i never had one in mind and i never work towards being anything at all.

sometimes, its good to have a dream. if you havent already had one, start building one.

back to studying and hopefully good grades can assure me a satisfactory job. and by that i dont mean satisfying just my basic needs of bread and butter.

i really wanted to start my revision for gek1508, but the world wide web is too much of a distraction. plus, physics is really a drag. well i've got high inertia to study physics.

my health hasnt been in its best condition recently. hitting fever once a month since
December and its horrible. when i ask the doctor for ways to better my immune system, she told me - drink more water, eat more fruits and vegetables. oh thank you, that indeed brought me back to the Health Education lessons in primary school.

happy post valentine's day to all. i spent it with a group of friends who are all single #foreveralone.

it was a pleasant surprise when i received a little Vday candy from a friend in tutorial class, whom i have only known for a couple of weeks. hello my dear friends, what have you been doing??

somehow, there is no chemistry. somehow, there isnt a goal to keep me going. somehow, it is not what its meant to be.

a clumsy waitress spilled miso soup on my very expensive wallet and my phone and my equally expensive bag argh fml. that became the joke of the day for my friends. like a typical singaporean, the first thing i said was 'fuck' and the next thing i said was 'very expensive leh!!' okay maybe a typical singaporean wouldnt say the former but definitely the latter.

now my wallet and phone reeks of miso soup #tyvm. i would have given you a piece of my mind but since i'm with many of my friends, i have decided to spare the rod. how lucky you are today.

but i demanded her to take a (nice) photo for us, without thanking her of course. well thats what she ought to do for me after miso-ing my things.

that got me into talking about how i would call in to the service provider hotlines and screw the call agents whenever my phone/internet network cranks up. to me, you might think that i am an unreasonable freak

1.the call agent cannot really do shit to troubleshoot network problems

2.they are just part timers like you and me.

but i'm sorry. once you become an employee of this firm, you represent the company and you jolly well take up the job of placating your angry customers. i pay for the service and i expect it to be up and running. i'm not demanding that i get super speeds for my internet, but at least you provide me with what i signed up for, period. when my network is down, i think its only reasonable that i choose not to pay for that affected period of time.

the conclusion? i can never be a call centre agent, but i certainly am the someone who calls in on a regular basis.

back to the clumsy waitress, she was probably too afraid that she didnt dare to look at me and kept refilling our water throughout the meal. nope, that does not extinguish the burning flame in me, but i shall not pursue the matter for i really didnt feel like making a mountain out of a molehill. yup, didnt feel like. i probably would have done it on another occasion.

if you happen to be in the service industry, please be careful.

so i AM getting my hands back on this blog.

gotten a new skin, a more mature looking one, without amateur cartoons nor irritating sounds that i have to click 'pause' every time i enter this page.

at this age of 21 going on 22, i have already gotten over the age of getting crazy over mando pop idols, watching okto, being happy over getting candies and stickers. gone were the days. and mind you, i was still receiving stickers up till the age of 16 i.e. secondary 4. how my teachers just loved those cute things.

now, its time i loved whatever music i like, watched History channel and actually enjoy it, and gave out stickers to my young students!

one of my cousins is getting married soon. cousin from my 'batch' haha i.e. 1980 and after!

i cannot imagine receiving an angpow from her when all of us used to play at grandma's house when we were innocent young. one by one, we graduate from NUS, find a job, find a partner, get married, have kids, grow old and die. really? is that it? no wonder most teenagers like to say, walau my life is so boring. yes, looking at this cycle, boring is the word.

But someday, I'll be living in a big old city

And all you're ever gonna be is mean.

just in case i violated any copyright laws, the above image was taken from http://icanread.tumblr.com/page/2

i have neglected this blog for too long. since no one visits here anymore, i can afford to be more bitchy elaborated. blogging used to be an everyday affair. but now, churning out paragraphs of words seem like a chore. we just switch to tumblr and re-post other people's entries, we rely on twitter as a 140-word limit journal to record our daily rantings. so much for social media tools bringing the laziness within us.

just to share an awkward moment that happened in tutorial class yesterday.

ah tiong tutor aka sounds a lot like lulu : these are the few 'may-er-men' in statstics

-everyone looks at each other in bewilderment-

lulu : these 'may-er-men' are....

finally, a brave soul : excuse me, what is 'may-er-men'?

lulu, annoyed: you dont know what is 'may-er-men'?!?!

another student : i think she means 'measurement'.

brave soul : oh, i'm sorry i couldnt understand what you said.

lulu : (stares at him)

both faces turn red.

brave soul is embarrassed.

but tutor really sees red.

oh my, never try to correct ze chinahhh akkcent.

on the (very) bright side, i got my 10% class participation just by drawing a histogram and an ogive on the board! these tutors from china so generous, me likeeeeee.