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I'm in the Science library.
I'm alone.
I'm having my lunchbreak.
I'm bored.

The Essential Disney Love Song Collection
Treasures by Richard Clayderman

These two albums caught my eye while I was reading the email that Popular bookstore sent me.
Never mind that I don't really listen to CDs now, hahah. They're worth checking out still.

I'm babbling 'cause I'm really really bored. Grrr.
No desire to mug either.

Anyway I was doing Yahoo! crosswords with Fadz during my morning lecture. I learnt that Tampines is actually the name of a plant, and that 'meh' is the new word associated with boredom.

See. Not listening doesn't equate to not learning.

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Happy CNY!

This year I got sick of walking around visiting people and of all the sweet food after one day.
Actually, I'm sick of eating too. Three reunion-dinner-ish meals with a lot a lot a lot a lot of food is way too much food for my eyes and brain to digest.

No more red dress this year either. Currently, my favourite thing about CNY is the longish weekend.

Unfortunately it's cut a tad shorter by certain stuff which I need to do. In other words, I need to return to school to do some... stuff.

Oh well.

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I am going to turn into a season 1 finale Peter Petrelli if I don't get this out of my system.
Actually, even if I get this out of my system, I can't promise that I won't become a s1fPP.

Some systems are really dumb. Some people do things in really dumb ways. Some people think up really dumb ideas.

Some dumb things I really, really, REALLY disagree with. (But cannot do anything about. Which explains why I'm ranting.)

The crux of the problem is, there's a communication problem. Stuff never gets finalized. Settled details always change by the next meeting. Stuff are only started way close to the deadline.

I can't say that I can do a better job, but when it... okay I probably shouldn't say more.

Maybe I should do something about this situation.

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The days seem to pass slower... and sloooower... and slooooooooooooower.
Seriously.

Everytime it feels like Thursday, I look at the calendar and realize it's only Tuesday. I swear, it's not because I keep hoping the weekend will arrive sooner.

My hypothesis is that because of the (kinda) immense workload, it feels like I've done many days' worth of stuff when only one day has passed. (Efficient huh!)

Or it could be because school's really boring and time crawls by.

Either way, one more day to my long, long CNY weekend.

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Ever heard of this song?

Que Sera, Sera

When I was just a little girl,
I asked my mother, "What will I be?
Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?"
Here's what she said to me.

"Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be.
The future's not ours to see.
Que Sera, Sera.
What will be, will be."

When I was just a kid in school,
I asked my teacher, "What will I be?
Will I be teaching? Will I be rich?"
Here's what she said to me.

"Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be.
The future's not ours to see.
Que Sera, Sera.
What will be, will be."

The kid, the mom, and the teacher all have strange mentalities.

The kid seems to be obsessed with being pretty and rich. Did no one ever tell her that beauty is skin-deep, and that she should care more about her exam results than how she looks?
Okay, maybe looks will get her places. If she wants to be a model or an artiste. But she wants to be a teacher! So she what, intends to charm the students into listening to her with her beauty? Or perhaps looking pretty will make her students pay attention, especially the male students.

And the two adults sound so typically submissive. "Whatever will be, will be"? What happened to taking things into our own hands? What happened to working hard to get what you want?

'Tis a screwed-up world.

Okay, I'm just ranting rubbish. Don't mind me. Hahah.

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Semester 2 has started.
I've completely lost the ability to wake up early. Thank goodness I have no lectures at 0800h.
Unfortunately, most of my days end at 1800h. I.e. peak hour, which means shoving and pushing and trying to get on the bus so that I can have dinner before I starve.

Not all my modules are first-choice ones for me, but I think they'll be fun. Especially the one titled "Are we alone?". Hahah. Science fiction and all stuff related is love.

This spider keeps crawling onto my laptop. Strange.

Time to mugmugmugmugmug again.

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My brother introduced me to this website, and I found some cute stuff there.

"A stranger stabs you in the front.
A friend stabs you in the back.
A boyfriend stabs you in the heart,
But best friends just poke each other with straws."
-Meghan Sherwood

"Someday your prince charming will come. Mine just took a wrong turn, got lost, and is too stubborn to ask for directions."

"What is the difference between facebooked and bookfaced?
Those who are bookfaced are not on Facebook."
-Oleg Vishnepolsky

"People have the right to be stupid. Some people abuse that privilege."

"I'm never wrong. I once thought I was wrong. Turns out, I was mistaken."

"No one will win the battle of the sexes; there's too much flirting with the enemy."
-Henry Kissinger

"Forgive your enemies, but never, never forget their names."
-John F. Kennedy

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What the alumni choir does after a very very filling barbecue dinner with a lot of meat. (You have to admit, it's a pretty picture.)


Altos '07: Reunion dinner on 02012009, sadly missing Andrea.

What a feast. Sid and Chorks joined us, so it was the usual altos+2basses thing.

The card games were fun, and so was the version of Murderer Mel tried to teach us. We're really not very good at making small talk and playing psychological games at the same time. Except for Yan. Yan's the sneaky one, hahah.

It's true that psychological games are tough to play with people you've known for ages, 'cause it gets a bit scary that people whom you trust might be the murderer/accomplice. Only a game, but mind games do stuff to your mind.

Worse still, playing with people you know really well means that it's hard to lie and convince each other that someone is/isn't the murderer.

Happy, happy, happy night.

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HAPPY 2009!