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After the longest period of Facebook abstinence, I conclude that Facebook is inversely proportionate to levels of productivity - please tell me I'm not the last to realize this. I've just deleted a handful of people on my friends' list that I don't know on Facebook earlier on in the evening (don't ask me how they got onto the list), and I'm actually thinking of deactivating my account; because I've come to realize that I'm not that dependent on it! Not too sure if it's going to be a good idea though (might get in the way of keeping touch), so I'm just going to hold that idea for a little while longer.

And as you probably know, I'm quite upset about the 2 papers I've had earlier in the day simply because... I think I haven't done well! My fingers were dreadfully painful by the end of each paper, I can't remember the last time it hurt so much from rush-writing bit chunks of paragraphs, and I was breaking out intermittently in cold sweat throughout the papers' duration. Not looking forward to getting back the results, but oh well, 2 out of 3 papers cleared for the semester, and less than a week to my big, Bali break, I shall just try to get over it... and move on to the last paper.

Killed, twice in a day.

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I don't know what I'm feeling right now and it's horrible. I hope I did not screw up badly enough for the two papers that just happened. I'm going to take a nap now and clear all the work that I'm supposed to when I wake up later. -big, fat sigh

7.

This is not really the best time to blog, but really, is there anyone else who is not sick of revision yet? I've been staying away from Facebook as much as I could, and it went relatively well until Siaos asked me to go check out Doug's new relationship status Saturday evening. I told Mumsy the news next day, and she was like, "Why, you jealous is it?" "Ya, very." She just doesn't understand that I'm happy to spend time on my own, for now at least.

Saturday was packed. I helped out backstage at some kindergarten's concert that was held at Grassroots Club. Backstage, the children's teachers were extremely generous with the stage makeup; the kids' faces were blushing with the most unnatural shade of red as the teachers plied their faces with all sorts of powder, and sprinkled heaps of shimmery glitter onto their heavily-gelled heads. The air was thick with the smell of all their excitement to perform for their parents, and hair-gel.

Got out of the place as soon as all of them got dressed up and made my way down to Waterloo Street for Siao's concert. Finally saw her play after numerous turns by children on the piano in the auditorium. Some of the children were really cute; this little girl read the title of one of the piece as "Tyran...norus Rex" when it should've been "Tyrannosaurus Rex", and another in a duet whispered "Oi... bow ah!" (rather loudly) to her partner when he forgot to do so before they started playing.

Swensens for dessert. I was really happy and smiling a lot as we were eating our Earthquake, just because we are having ice cream. Can't remember the last time I had ice cream!

okay, 14 more hours to the first paper. I'm going for dinner with G now; she's getting impatient while waiting for me to finish typing.

Examunchies.

5 more days before the first and second paper, 11 more to the last. The past 2 nights have been horrible; I'd spent them doing last minute revision for the tests I've had on Tuesday and today. The math test didn't turn out as difficult as I'd imagined it would, I'm hoping that I'd be able to do a little better than just okay. I wasn't as prepared for the science multiple-choice test today though, keeping fingers crossed about securing a pass.

I've barely started on revision for Pragmatics; can't help but still worry even though Benny said we can bring any notes that we may have into the examination hall for the paper next Wednesday.

Anyway, I've been snacking as hard as I've been revising. I've started to crave for food all night, and here's a glimpse of what I've (and G too) been eating tonight:

Cheese cubes, the tomato-flavoured one (red) tastes like pizza.

The original digestive.

the exact same mint-centred cookies that my girl-guide friends used to sell. Khong Guan.

I feel like I've been eating way too much, and exercising too little. After the menstrual cramps, tonight, I finally dragged my ass out for a slow jog around school. I've missed out on jogging ever since the cough that took forever to recover, and the two deadlines for school assignments that were due somewhere in between.

not bad for the view from my window.

Heading back home much later in the day, though I'm not really looking forward to doing any revision at home; I'll probably get too comfy or something. Yes I'm one of the weird ones who actually enjoy hall life more than home.

Time to get back to revision, study hard everyone!

From across.

Minutes after we arrived at the usual roadside loklok stall, we heard some men shouting from across the street. A couple of them walked out from the club and started throwing forceful punches at each other, shouting mouthfuls of obscenities as they did. They fell to the ground admist all that flying punches, and more joined in. A few other guys came over to restrain those who were in the brawl. It looked like everyone was hitting the same guy; two of them got out of the fight, one with his face covered in blood (running all over his forehead, and down his cheeks), and the other pulling the bloodied-face guy away from the rest of the group. Someone picked a plastic stool up from the loklok stall from the road across and threw it at the two of them. Some girls from the group screamed when they saw what happened, tried to stop the fight by screaming some more. Clean-faced guy whipped out his mobile phone, called the cops (or backup, but I believe it's the cops cause they came down 5 minutes later).

Scariest 10 minutes of my day; there were no sound effects like when people throw punches on telly, but I think that's what made the real-life fighting scary. I stood there and watched in horror as the first 'live' fight in my life happened. We decided to have our loklok dose at the next stall, further down the street, just in case a big bunch of bloodied-face guy's friends turn up.

Really scared

update: I didn't flunk it, and did quite well on the contrary. Thank goodness.

Maths used to be fun (okay that was at least 4 years ago), what happened? I'm so scared that I'm going to flunk the test later I'm going crazy.

:(

Old, or mature?

Today, a 31 year old friend told me (and other friends who were around) that I am one of the few younger people that he can hang out with and yet, not feel that I am any younger than him. How will you look at it, will you take it as a compliment that your friend is telling you that you are more mature than your peers in your thinking, or will you take it as an insult, that s/he thinks that you are chao lao?

Could it be neither, and that he's just plain childish for his age?