watching nosferatu

Bio today was worryingly easy. By "worryingly", I mean, if you walk out of the exam hall and all you think about is whether you spelt "mitochondrion" correctly, then the reality of the shifting bell-curve has to be accepted, albeit rather begrudgingly.

But don't we all gain some and then lose some too? Physics was a killer, but there's still hope of doing well for paper 1! (At this rate I shall need a perfect score for paper 1. Let me continue to dream on.)

Esther's in KL now, probably partying, or watching more cantonese soaps and feeling left out of the plot because the only phrases of cantonese we know happen to stem from our limited exposure to dim sum. This immense sense of solitude I am feeling is actually kinda wonderful.

Also:
I feel like ranting about parochialism and old wives' tales and an annoying servile, brown-nosing ethos creeping back into my life after the days of being a reluctant scullion of a certain organisation, since they've been bugging me the entire week, but I shall try to practise restraint this time.

And: I'm thinking of going undertaker chic for the prom. I need to find a way to make my skin paler. Hmmm.

Principia Mathematica

And, may we pawn all.

In ascending order of misery

The camembert cheese wasn't soft enough.
I think I injured my calves/shin.
Physics was horrendous and traumatising.
I can't delete my text messages collectively.
Cats have all been looking at me very condescendingly, of late :( :( :(
Camera Obscura's performing in the esplanade now.
I can't lock and unlock my phone.

But I have minty creamy chocolate and I'm not afraid to use it.

smelly foods

Okay this is rather odd — I'm starting to get a little crazy about cheese. Not the Day-glo orange Kraft singles or the very suspect puddle of molten cheese that comes with my nachos, but the kinds that come in exotic rinds and could possibly smell worse than, oh I don't know, an athlete's foot sufferer running through a field of rotting durians towards a hot spring. (Then again, perhaps not.) I want my cheese blue veined and ash-streaked. I want it to crumble over a crusty toasted baguette slice when I spread it, and I want to taste how salty and pungent and revolting it is when I sink my teeth past the soft curd and into hot crackling bread. I also wouldn't mind reading about how they wrap it with cherry leaves/dried peppers/hay and inject it with blooming fungi.

Today, I wanted my cheese soft with a white, velveteen-like coat. Hence the camembert for supper, and all its unctuous, gooey and flowing texture. It is really flavourful, and upon first bite, you'll feel the soft rind crumble in your mouth to mix with the delicate, woody notes that become slightly sweet and salty and creamy. Gah, I so love camembert.

And the next smelly food is the batch of aioli I made. I wouldn't really deem it smelly, but it is pungent because of all the garlic in it.

Anyway, in the spirit of tomorrow's physics paper,


xkcd

(Afterthought: I do not know where to insert this in my post - I thought history paper today was manageable, somewhat fun. Methinks there was a dangerous amount of room for feminist manifestos against the Nazis though, heh.)

because I was bored of perestroika

On quotation marks —

Perhaps no single emblem better epitomizes the perversity of my colleagues than the lowly quotation mark. Some rogue must have issued a memo, "Psst! Cool writers don't use quotes in dialogue anymore" to authors as disparate as Junot Díaz, James Frey, Evan S. Connell, J.M. Coetzee, Ward Just, Kent Haruf, Nadine Gordimer, José Saramago, Dale Peck, James Salter, Louis Begley and William Vollmann. To the degree that this device contributes to the broader popular perception that "literature" is pretentious, faddish, vague, eventless, effortful, and suffocatingly interior, quotation marks may not be quite as tiny as they appear on the page.

By putting the onus on the reader to determine which lines are spoken and which not, the quoteless fad feeds the widespread conviction that popular fiction is fun while literature is arduous. Surely what should distinguish literature isn't that it's hard but that it's good. The text should be as easy to process as possible, saving the readers' effort for exercising imagination and keeping track of the plot.

[...]

The refusal to make a firm distinction between speech and interior reflection can also evoke a hermetic worldview. Explaining why she writes without quotes, British novelist Julie Myerson asserts, "In my experience of the world, there are no marks separating out what I think and what I say, or what other people do." Yet when the exterior is put on a par with the interior, everything becomes interior. What is conveyed is an insidious solipsism. When thinking, speaking and describing all blend together, the textual tone levels to a drone. The drama seems to be melting.

From WSJ, Oct 25, 2008

OK, I thought this was slightly relevant to what we know about literary techniques and more importantly, the meaning they create and their effects on the reader. I have an issue with the merging of the interior monologue and outward speech because it confuses me to no end, never mind the soi-disant "hermetic worldview" it underscores and the conveyance of more realist attitudes towards the cyclic nature of time in relation to our self-awareness blah blah blah. Personal idiosyncrasy aside, is this useful in creating further levels of meaning? Is this creation of ambiguity a means to broach the idea of arbitrary and nebulous postmodern realities? Hmmmmmm

overheard while walking out of the exam hall

"Did you draw the line/I finished mine in/flexible curve/formula for L?!/huh tangent secant theorem/are you going/it came out before somewhere/scared me, I thought we needed to draw two graphs/cosine two/I used mid-point theorem/crapped my way through the explanation/did you see that invigilator/graph paper/coughed loudly/oh no/parallel sides right/proving was alright/intercept theorem?/no more A Maths/where are they/I freaked out at the last minute/did you find the triangle?/they said something about 2536/I screwed up the that question/sketch graphs/the invigilator said/she stared at me/both used graph paper/how much did you get?/formula for L?!/freaked out so many time/was scared/I didn't see tangent secant theorem/maybe can/but 2536?/just prove for congruency/oh no I've lost 4 marks/I left it blank/I got the log question wrong/no graph/maybe it was a mistake/I thought they were calling for me/I finished it when he said put down your pens/did you/bye/so irritating la/actually it was better than/use mid-point theorem/I didn't get the second part/what last question/I was so confused/triangle goes here/so tricky/I'm going home."

I have the worst IM etiquette.

Gee, at the rate this is going, I'll be visiting other schools during teachers' day next year.

(No, really, what on earth is happening? *Righteous anger building up*)

Talk about pathetic fallacy...
It's drizzling now and the skies are grey. I could phrase this more eloquently so my sadness becomes poetic, but I have a headache and I have to sit in dim lighting now because I'm getting sensitive to bright lights. When I grow up, I'll never install those glaringly white fluorescent lights in my house.

English papers yesterday were pretty decent. I'm happy about situational writing and summary. My essay was close to crappy and I've already lost marks in vocabulary. But whatever, I can't fly around the world at supersonic speed to turn back time, can I?

A Maths today left me very demoralised, because I don't think I did my best. Well sure, the paper was tricky and the questions were more unconventional, but even then, my concepts felt a little shaky and panicking mid-way through the paper made it worse.



Anyway, this is funny and it cheered me up :D

floating 213 miles above Earth

600th post! *\O/*

This also marks the first day of O levels, which so far seems quite manageable. Invigilator seems nice, the hall feels like home now, and the temperature is just right. However, the spectre of The Bell Curve looms above us with the easy chemistry paper, and I can only make wild guesses about the A1 mark for this paper. It's probably like, 120% now. !@#*

And for lunch, I had a dory fish fillet, cherry tomatoes (that Mingting promptly swooped down on at first glance without acknowledging my presence), oranges (from Jeremy who brought what seemed like a pear orchard as well), and bars of Cadbury's Twirl that my mother bought me while feigning a sort of reluctance and resentment at caving in to my sudden chocolate craving. No, I'm not on Atkins or anything. I'm just trying to figure out what foods help me to concentrate better. Apparently this combination is working for me, but it leaves me hungry at the end of the paper.

I am reminiscing that tumultuous period in sec 2 when I was choosing my subject combination, since my sister is doing the same now. By an amazing turn of events, she found herself nominated for the new scholars' programme in school because of her more-than-decent results. (Am happy that I still beat her! yess.) Hopefully I won't get my smarmy and self-absorbed triple science mindset in the way of her decision-making, but it's probably bio and chem for her with pure lit, which is what I would have chosen if we were actually offered that.

I need a new phone. :(

tomorrow tomorrow

Confession #1 -
I would like to mock-sheepishly boast that I refrained from touching my books for the entire weekend in an effort to chill out and relax before the start of the Big Game, but admittedly I did not and could not. However, I would like to emphasise that I never studied for 12 hours straight in a day. Ever. It is (a) unnatural and (b) long study marathons have never helped me. Tomorrow I will have to brace myself for another routine deluge of passive-aggressive condescension, if you get my drift, hur hur.

Confession #2 -
Do small blue tents, police lines and neighbours looking out from their windows with horror and immense concern strike you as odd? I was on my way to the park when I spotted this scene of an unfolding tragedy, not realising the gravity of what had happened until I spotted blood, fresh and incarnadine, seeping out from the little tent and, upon removing my earphones, someone wailing in the distance. It was mortifying. If I continue to encounter horror stories in my path like this all the time, then heck I'm all set for a career in journalism. (Surely a remark I'll later regret, but I need to indulge in sometimes-flippant repartee in my fragile, stressed-out state.)

Confession #3 -
I went to Canele. Again. This time, I went with my parents, and they thought the food was so-so. Actually, I'm starting to agree. The macaron shells were lumpy, and they ran out of tiramisu and that ostentatiously-named Le-something dessert, so we had to make do with a glorified citrus-scented cream pie with a whipped egg white filling and (I think) lemon curd. My parents had ice cream, which was edible but rather forgettable. The salt in the salted caramel was undetectable. The caramelised filo pastry cracked in the wrong way. The ice cream itself was pedestrian and so ordinary that we felt rather hurt and betrayed. I know I'm going to sound like a fuss-pot, but I enter that place with high expectations all the time, knowing how experienced the chef is and how his creations are promising and oftentimes at the vanguard of local talents (the keyword here is local). But service is above par and this usually saves the day!

AND O LEVELS START TOMORROW!! MY DRAWER BROKE, I WITNESSED A SUICIDE, MY LEGS ARE CRAMPING, THIS IS NOT VERY AUSPICIOUS :O :O :O (I'm only joking.) So cryptic, but I thank God that things aren't as bad as I think they seem. And I feel very blessed that I've got friends I can depend on and that I've gotten through the weeks without veering (too far) off the course!

sometimes I think I live in loserland.

I'll just have a salad

Odd things that I end up eating everyday:
Breakfast: Bland naked green salad, bland and tepid green tea, a tonne of bland bee hoon. (I had to remove a large bland bale of it.)
Lunch: Tomatoes, grapes, watermelon, "cassava" chips, embalmed cuttlefish mummified with thrice its weight in MSG, Girl Guides cookies
Dinner: Sushi, sashimi, sushi, more sashimi, chawanmushi, tempura, sashimi, sushi

Gah, I no longer have proper meals.

Went to Andrea's house after lit today for study session with the debaters! We had chocolate mint cookies from the girl guides that we suspected gave everyone mild tummy aches, including Mingting, who ate her way through three cookies while at the same time accusing them of being a little-off. I thought my stomach was churning too, and it felt like a vacuole after a while. Later I realised that I was just a tad hungry.

Can I call myself borderline hyperglycemic? I get hungry and angry and slightly, just very slightly, crazy. Shiyun had developed a sushi phobia over the weekend, and Mingting was having a stomach ache, sp Andrea, Angeline and I went to Suki Sushi for dinner — not exactly the coolest sushi joint, but it's totally worth it. And the salmon sashimi today was good as well.






In other news, I walked home from Hougang today! The breeze at night is very calming.

I like square plates

So when we were eating and commenting on how boozy the tiramisu was, this man wearing a hideous polo tee popped by our table and sagely commented that "3 designers sharing ideas" was an interesting and brilliant concept, before trotting off contently. We have thus learnt that it is not wise to pick the table next to the common passageways.

solos and duets

Watched the Vacant House today with Esther! And Elizabeth was performing in it. And, I promised to write a little report and offer an interpretation of the dance and the experience.

It's part of the Lasalle showcase which is part of the dan:s festival going on at the esplanade now. The Vacant House raises issues about human experience, particularly the nature of our memories and how we come to terms with separation, loss and betrayal. (And, of course, this goes against the theme of love.) There are moments of frenzied passion that I suppose are meant to depict strife and inner conflicts between notions of self and reality. Dancers whisper throughout several movements and coupled with the canons, the sibilance and resonance created suggest ominous and unseen forces at play, while foregrounding at the same time that human experiences are cyclic and layered, as opposed to the perceived linearity of time as observed from the individual, hence the portrayal of these entities as "ghosts" that haunt and constantly recreate the past.

Also, slow-paced, tension-filled moments similarly probe at the issue of meaning and existence, leaving the audience to fill in the gaps and spaces in time with their own interpretations and thoughts. In many cases, this is heightened by the minimal, perfunctory and disjointed movements made that result in interactions and conflicts among the characters. The pieces of white paper scattered around the perimeter of the performance space not only serve as props and to create boundaries to evoke a sense of constriction and restriction within the Vacant House, it also becomes a motif for our memories, when they are shuffled through, tossed around, and sometimes cradled tenderly.

Thus, in many of the aforementioned ways, the vacant house is perhaps a metaphor for the human psyche, where memories lie scattered and disorganised and where the id and the superego are in conflict. It raises questions about the validity of our interactions and experiences, complicates these matters, and then leaves them mostly unanswered in the eventual and inevitable fading out of events. However, it does offer a glimpse of a resolution at the end when the characters are back in their original positions, broaching on the fact that things have come full-circle, and when the remaining masculine character realigns the feminine, it returns the sense of balance and harmony from the initial chaos and expectations of a descent into madness.

Actually, I rather liked another shorter dance piece that was meant to about depression and the disconnect it causes between the individual and loved ones. There is a solo at the start, and I like how a sense of melancholy is created by utilising the windows and the backdrop of marina bay, where the dancer's gaze extends beyond the horizon as she brushes her fingertips across the glass. Later, she is joined by another two characters dressed similarly in black. At times, their movements are in sync and in harmony with one another. However, the duo never interacts with the solitary dancer, who does make attempts to connect. The symbolism here is simpler, but it rings true to real life and our emotions.

(Okay, your boredom should end here.)

Later, we went to Canele for dinner. (Actually, we skipped dinner. This was dessert.) We stood in front of the cake display and picked out the truly fascinating and intriguing pastries and cakes and sponges. I had to use elimination to pick out a cake because the process of choosing was near impossible given our wide-eyed amazement. In the end, we had a Le-something, a tiramisu and a chestnut and chantilly cream thing, that was rather unpopular with us.

(PICTURES AREN'T UPLOADING CRUDDDDD.) Okay I shall post pictures tomorrow or something.

Anyway, my meals today are so screwed-over, once again. Breakfast was normal, then there was brunch, then we had a late lunch but no one has brunch and lunch together on the same day, so we called it high tea, and after that I had some popcorn and then I didn't know what to make out of it. Now I'm feeling bloated and a little nauseous, so argh I hope I don't fall sick yet.

asleep at a party

Sheesh, it is even possible to hate and like today at the same time?

I hated today because of the truly freakishly warm weather. I hated today because of my encounter with someone who had a nose so long it drooped to one side due to gravity acting on it. (Though it wasn't his nose that was off-putting.) I hated today because it felt so unproductive. I hated today because I've realised that I don't know people well enough and hence will adapt better to a life of a hermit. And I shall wear scratchy hemp sackcloth for the rest of my days.

I liked today because the open house at hc was fun and informative. I liked today because I am no longer drawn to the erstwhile allure of HP and it's alright because the feeling is mutual. I liked today because I enjoyed literature class this morning. I liked today because I had Island Creamery, and Christabel can surely attest to the immense joy that a single scoop of nutella ice cream can bring. I liked today because I tried the macarons from Almonde at the Tangs food hall.

But currently, I'm too disenchanted with most things to draw my own conclusions.

funny

Dear Yvette

I don't really know how to tell you this, but our romance is over. I think I realized it that night as you ate enchilada and I saw you sit on my avocado plant. I'm sure you're ashamed enough to understand the middle-east. I'm returning our matching snoopy-bibs to you, but I'll keep your collection of butterflies as a memory. You should also know that I will tell the authorities about a new life as a clone.

In pain
Samuel

XD

Do the "Letter MEME". Tag no less than 5 other people. Then copy the "How-to" Letter Meme, and finish your Journal entry.

Dear (the last person who left a comment on your journal):

I don't really know how to tell you this, but (1). I think I realized it (2) (3) and I saw you (4) (5). I'm sure you're (6) enough to understand (7). I'm returning (8) to you, but I'll keep (9) as a memory. You should also know that I (10) (11).

___12___,
-Your name-

1. What's the color of your shirt?
Blue - Our romance is over
Red - Our affair is over
White - I'll join the monastery
Black - I dislike you
Green - Our horoscope doesn't match
Grey - You're a pervert
Yellow - I'm selling myself
Pink - Your nostrils are insulting
Brown - The mafia wants you
No shirt - You're a loser
Other - I'm in love with your sister


2. Which is your birth month?
January - That night
February - Last year
March - When your dwarf bit me
April - When I tripped on sesame seeds
May - First of May
June - When you put cuffs on me
July - When I threw up
August - When I saw the shrunken head
September - When we skinny dipped
October - When I quoted Santa
November - When your dog ran amok
December - When I changed tennis shoes


3. Which food do you prefer?
Tacos - In your apartment
Pizza - In your camping car
Pasta - Outside of Chicago
Hamburgers - Under the bus
Salad - As you ate enchilada
Chicken - In your closet
Kabob - With Paris Hilton
Fish - In women's clothing
Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation
Lasagna - At the mental hospital
Hot dog - Under a state of trance
None of the above - With George Bush and his wife


4. What's the color of your socks?
Yellow - Hit on
Red - Insult
Black - Ignore
Blue - Knock out
Purple - Pour syrup on
White - Carve your initials into
Grey - Pull the clothes off
Brown - Put leeches on
Orange - Castrate
Pink - Pull the toupee off
Barefoot - Sit on
Other - Drive out


5. What's the color of your underwear?
Black - My best friend
White - My father
Grey - Bill Clinton
Brown - My fart balloon
Purple - My mustard soufflé
Red - Donald Duck
Blue - My avocado plant
Yellow - My penpal in Ghana
Orange - My Kid Rock-collection
Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper
None - My John F. Kennedy-statue
Other - The crazy monk


6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?
Scrubs - Man
O.C. - Emotional
One Tree Hill - Open
Heroes - Frostbitten
Lost - High
House - Scarred
Simpsons - Cowardly
The news - Mongolic
Idol - Masochistic
Family Guy - Senile
Top Model - Middle-class
None of the above - Ashamed


7. Your mood right now?
Happy - How awful I've felt
Sad - How boring you are
Bored - That Santa doesn't exist
Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage
Depressed - That we're cousins
Excited - That there is no solution to this.
Nervous - The middle-east
Worried - That your Honda sucks
Apathetic - That I did a sex-change
Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster
Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men
Overjoyous - That I'm open
Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks


8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?
White - Your ring
Yellow - Your love letters
Red - Your Darth Vader-poster
Black - Your tame stone
Blue - The couch cushions
Green - The pictures from LA
Orange - Your false teeth
Brown - Your contact book
Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs
Purple - Your old lottery coupons
Pink - The cut toenails
Other - Your memories from the military service


9. The first letter of your first name?
A/B - Your photo
C/D - The oil stocks
E/F - Your neighbour Martin
G/H - My virginity
I/J - The results of your blood-sample
K/L - Your left ear
M/N - Your suicide note
O/P - My common sense
Q/R - Your mom
S/T - Your collection of butterflies
U/V - Your criminal record
W/X - David's tricot outfits
Y/Z - Your grades from college


10. The last letter in your last name?
A/B - Always will remember
C/D - Never will forget
E/F - Always wanted to break
G/H - Never openly mocked
I/J - Always have felt dirty before
K/L - Will tell the authorities about
M/N - Told in my confession today about
O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about
Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about
S/T - Get sick when I think of
U/V - Always will try to forget
W/X - Am better off without
Y/Z - Never liked


11. What do you prefer to drink?
Water- Our friendship
Beer - Senility
Soft drink - A new life as a clone
Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo
Milk - The apartment building
Wine - Cocaine abuse
Cider - A passionate interest for mice
Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations
Mineral water - Embarrassing rash
Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism
Whisky - To ruin the second world war
Other - To hate the Boston Celtics


12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?
Thailand - Warm regards
USA - Best regards
England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail
Spain - Go and drown yourself
China - Disgusting regards
Germany - With ease
Japan - Go burn
Greece - Your everlasting enemy
Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard
Egypt - Fuck off now
France - In pain
Other - Greetings to your freaky family

HAHA. Love this.
Everyone is tagged, by the way.

when the wind turns on the shores lies another day

it has a beat and you can dance to it

(pardon the strange photograph of our leftover satay sauce. It was one of the very few pictures I took before the camera died on me, as it always does.)

Have just come back from serangoon gardens! We had a 401 class gathering and dinner at chomp chomp (currently The Place to have class gatherings for the painfully hip and trendy), and I've never seen so much lard in a plate of hokkien mee before. It was pretty disconcerting.

After dinner, the 16ish of us traipsed around the area and headed eventually to maju mall, where we fooled around with the rickety elevator (and I practised the art of rapid disassociation from large groups). I couldn't help but wonder how the residents felt, because some of their homes were in such close proximity to the eateries that their plants seemed affected by the air quality and smell of that place. Anyway, I found Astons, which I heard has pretty decent Western fare. (When I say "Western fare", all that comes to mind are cheesy red checkered tablecloths and limp chicken chops drowning in a flood of brown sauce, which doesn't do the place justice, really.) Also saw haato, which as really awesome ice cream. I like the milk tea one!!

Having embarrassed ourselves in public to the point of satiety, and feeling a little peckish already, we went to the usual dessert place where the painfully hip and cool go to after dinner at chomp chomp. (ice^3=ice cube geddit? geddit?) Shared the butterscotch mudpie thingy with Jeremy, and sampled a little from Kaihong, Hansi, Huiting and Cheekit's "Ring of Fire" ice cream platter. (So many people, so little ice cream.) Jeremy and I attempted to recreate the 401-superman hybrid logo on our class tee with the block of butterscotch ice cream, with hilarious results. No one knew it what it was! But pictures will follow soon, once I get hold of them.

It was a really fun outing! I think I'll be coming back soon for Astons and haato... will try to convince parents who have very Asian palates to take us there!

Also: Has anyone tried those honey cherry tomatoes from ntuc fairprice that come in plastic cups? I am very addicted to them right now, GM or not. I'm hoping it's some heirloom variety, but as if that would really happen in Singapore.

I'm going to do that optimist-pessimist thing

Gripe-worthy today:

1. Commuters in the bus who deliberately sit on aisle seats, leaving the seat between the aisle seat and the window empty, effectively occupying more space than what their butts, no matter how large, really need.
2. Playing badminton outdoors on a windy day.
3. Having different foods on your plate touching each other.
4. The entire idea of making gross and misleading generalisations. I was watching the news recently, and someone in the F1 planning committee (a local, middle-aged, balding) was talking about how Singaporeans in the "heartlands" would not be as interested in the Grand Prix, as compared to their interest-level in, say, the world cup. He suggests that this was the case due to the foreign and occasionally unpronounceable names of the cars and their drivers. He then went to on to include further insight on ways that heartlanders can make associations for themselves by linking names of drivers to words from the vernacular, that vaguely sound like "mee rebus" and "masak", and then bet TOTO/4D on related numbers. Sheesh, I won't even deign to polemicise because I'll sound like the Ah Pek at the coffeeshop nearby who drinks his Tiger and ogles the half-naked chick on the beer ad, lamenting Cheng San in 1997 and the increase in energy consumption bills.
5. High-fructose Corn Syrup, and advertising in the US purporting that nothing is wrong with it. 
6. Dealing with people who have this obsessive-compulsive desire to study more than three-quarters of their waking hours a day, and keeping your cool while they brag and wallow in it simultaneously, a very confusing and complex expression I would think. Am deeply concerned.

But as they say, every cloud has a silver lining:

1. While providing my sister and I some fodder for bitchin', at the same time I'm reminded of our struggle to create space out of a lack thereof, which is a pressing need in these troubling times. (No there isn't much positivity, unless you want to contrive out more.)
2. We went jogging instead and found it much more fun.
3. Every meal becomes an adventure in keeping food items separate, especially when zealous grandmother dishes out rice like $700 billion dollar bailouts.
4. Because the increasing income gap can be so unnerving it's somewhat amusing.
5. Because this has churned out spoofs of the TV spots to hilarious effect. 
6. At least they're not passive-aggressive. (This may be debatable though.) Or, at least they don't stage nervous breakdowns.

I guess I'll really miss you guys

he who in sentence fragments speaketh

So despite having a good start to the study break yesterday, I botched-up today's plans by waking up at 11.43 am. Which was extremely annoying because I set my alarm to 7.15 am.

Anyway, in my scramble to recover whatever lost time I had, I jumped out of bed—literally—and had two (really really superb organic ginger and rhubarb I think) cookies for brunch, and gave my grandparents a fright because they didn't know that I was at home and went out of the house while I was still asleep. Then I scuttled down to ang mo kio library to meet Jeremy to study there, and the last time I went there I was still worrying a little about Streaming and looking at the flatscreen iMacs that are now sadly absent.

And I admit that I was a little distracted by the diabetes cookbooks at the general collection, but hey it's all in the name of Biology, right? It was also in line with the subject of the day. 2 hours into bio revision, I became utterly remorseful of my oversight in forgetting to bring a sweater, and the sub-arctic air conditioning froze my hands to the table when I did not move them at regular intervals. Annoying, yes. It took my sluggish receptors and nervous system eons to detect this stimulus and for homeostasis to kick in, because I only started shivering slightly when I left the library. Gee, thanks a million thermoregulatory responses.

Tomorrow I shall try to wake up before that awkward period of time in-between breakfast and lunch, because brunch today screwed my entire meal routine over and I ended up foraging the house for snacks right before dinner, and then I craved ice cream for supper, which is not the most healthy option, really.

Macaron festival at Canale this month, by the way! Very, very stoked about it.