Hours before the end
Its 2:04 now, and in a relatively short amt of time, I'll be sitting on a seat in cheng yi lou listening to our beloved CEO Mr Ang delivering his opening speech to this new batch of J1 intakes. An interesting speech, to be sure.
Got home past midnight, and the amount of stuff they put online for you to read was just too much to handle. Without knowing it, I have missed the survey form for those intending to apply for KI. Five days late, in fact. I'm not sure if that means I no longer can take KI, but I probably never could right from the start.
Reading through those things new J1s ought to know took awhile, and because I had to make sure everybody began this JC life on an even ground, I read every sentence in detail, lest I missed out some minute piece of information that someday causes my demise. On receiving the new (and extremely crappish) timetable, I next proceeded to fill up my new organiser, determined to never ever utter the words "What lecture are we having next?" again.
I guess that pretty much explains this late post. And why I was bathing in the middle of the night. If fifty years down the road I wake up with a headache in the middle of the night, then this, too, is the reason why.
I swear talking to Akilan makes me go insane.
Ok, went to "study" today at cynthia's hse with lz and peirong. I shall not elaborate on the inverted commas in case some no-life teacher goes bloghopping and ends up on mine. Saw the legendary BEEHIVE for myself today! A spectecular view really. I'm impressed with how everything stays up, especially after that disastrous haircut. Anyway, Cynthia's house was cool, and I managed to take a look at the enormous SATs book. I'm definitely mugging that one book.
Slacked around and watched much more tv than work. I guess I was pretty much the reason why, being the only one with no math test tml. Anyway, good luck guys!
Dinner was an uncomfortable affair, with lz determined to spoil everyone's appetite. I have a theory regarding why he likes to do this, but that is another story. Childhood memories are always a nice thing to talk about, especially over dinner. Nothing like a good topic to boost your appetite. However, all of this evidently does not apply in lz's context. It started off with lz being sick, discussing shit, in relation to spoons and sinks. Details are much too gross to be posted on this blog. Lets just say I'm amazed they managed to continue eating.
Ok, I'm freaking tired and I have no idea why I'm doing this post instead of sleeping. Sooo glad school starts at 11 tml. Probably still cant wake up, but who cares. Beats playing high school anthem on the field at 7 in the morning.
Note to self: Pay all library debts before CNY
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