School's back.

That sounds like a Bata school shoe ad.

Anyway, I was quite excited about starting school soon, being able to have fun and great fields of knowledge to explore, however after yesterday's talk, I felt a dim reality dawning upon me.

The various thoughts are listed below :

1. Life isn't going to be that much of a breeze.

I can't lie back on my chair and watch things happen then react when exams come. It's probably impossible.
A culture shock awaits me, a thundering wake-up slap from the lazy, unproductive NS mentality I've grown accustomed to for 2 years.


2. Learning to accept what's left for you.

Of course I'm talking about CORS bidding.


3. Struggling Learning to maintain a good CAP.

Otherwise I can watch my career dissolve right in front of me. I'm starting to realise this Life Science major is not a thing to trivialise over. Well, I guess you can sense my casual attitude on previous things and events in Life. Haha.


4. NUS is where I'll roam in 3/4 of a day.

I have no hostel room whatsoever. Time to make friends with cleaners.


5. Time to learn to organise events, no more hiding.

Because it's going to be necessary in Life. But if I feel the passion for organising something, why not?

6. "How can I develop myself fully?"

'Fully' is a concept to encourage people to maximise their stay at knowledge bank NUS. I think it's hard to 'fully' develop myself. There are always time restraints, limited resources and unlimited wants.





As I now listen to my staple auditory diet of Jazz, I found another reason why I like it so much.
It paints the feeling and atmosphere of this urban jungle with its elements of mundaneness, the people's desire to feel a slightly simpler life akin to its melodies.
Simple can be beautiful.

I've got you under my skin
I've got you deep in the heart of me
You're so deep in my heart
That you're really a part of me
And I've got you under my skin.

A loud neighbour.

I got a neighbour who turns on his tv probably to the max every second, even in the night.
My sympathies goes out to his adjacent neighbours because even as I live 10m away from him, the noise can be of high irritant quality.

Various theories spun by neighbours to describe this pestulant behaviour range from andropause to 'mating call' caused by bachelorhood at old age. It's kinda mean but perhaps it's true. Hell, we even got an underground intelligence band of aunties to call up each other on his movements. Heh.

My mum, out of exasperation, said to me one day, " Don't strum your guitar here, open the back door and strum it out there to him! ".

So I did with a John Mayer's No Such Thing. I even got blisters. Haha.

I took the chem test today and what a surprise I got.
Two girls in the front row dozed off. One in the nodding position, the other in the lie-on-table-and-drool stance.
My MSN pal next to me had a 70% empty paper while I tried to lie/create mechanisms imaginatively, hoping to strike it.
But there was one girl, plainly dressed, bespectacled and short-haired who checked her papers assiduously with every page painted with blue words of wisdom. Impressive.

Honestly, I guess most of us used the test as a measure of what Uni life would demand from us.
Heck, I haven't even finished studying for tomorrow 2 one and a half hour papers.

It has been difficult to focus on the text, allowing text to transform to images and meaning. Every 15 mins or so, I inevitably start surfing blogs and oogle at my MacBook at apple.com hoping it would be mine.

Otherwise I'd be deeply serenaded by Silje Nergaard's baby voiced jazz songs.

After tomorrow, QET would be next. Fighting this beast is a 50-50 thing. I haven't been very confident of my English after GP grades demoralised me further. Sometimes when I look back, I felt I was simply too stubborn to accept what was taught, always trying to carve out my own alternative understanding of the topics and many a times a very myopic view surfaces. Then again, environment degradation, politics, media, censorship, whatever boring topics were simply too boring. The sights, smells and sounds of attending GP in E block with its dusty, unventilated smell is still very vivid. I feel I let my GP tutor, Ms Lim down a bit. I just couldn't be bothered. My attention was almost all on my core subjects which I felt were more definitive and gratifying.

Well, at least now I can fully concentrate on the sciences and slowly appreciate the cirriculum of GP as opportunities for genuine interest in the various worldly issues sets in.

End of World Cup

There must be reason why they held APC tests after World Cup.
To give students a decent day of distraction-free revision.

I wonder what provoked Zizou to header in a chest dent on the italian.
Some dinosaurs have thick skulls and header each other in fights, that's the first association I got after that incident. As I watched on Discovery (i have bad memory), one should headbutt a person using the sides of a skull to give more bang and suffer from lesser chance of fracturing the skull.

Sensing in the night.

Finding it difficult to sleep at night is part blessing and part curse.
With all traffic noise, construction cacophony, conversations and TV murmurs withdrawn, nicely and surely the mind settles down and distillates.
More is observed, though it was always there. Like light slicing through settled muddy waters, the uncomprehendable makes much more sense than ever.

But I woe that I'll only awaken when half the day is gone with the pace of life inevitably sped up.