there is no reason.
Waiting for my post on i_am_the_of_lj to be formally moderator-approved. I applied for Blue van Meer; it is almost like an obsession, though I don't own her.
I do wish I was her genetic code sometimes; or at least the portion that would become part of her mind.
My PI for PW (are there so many acronyms lately? We're getting lazy.) is unstable. Why? The ideas I had were a relatively new thought, not yet fully ironed-out but I have an inkling it would turn out fine, eventually. Please turn out fine; I have less than 2 hours to straighten out potential kinks before submitting tomorrow after the Biology lecture, and I have yet to receive comments on the latest draft. Ms Tay mentioned she would sms us if she had sent it back but my inbox is still empty and I am on the verge of going back to bed.
There are 38 people on Facebook. Is there a secret plan to set a record? The highest I have seen was 24 on a Friday night; maybe it's Monday.
I realise I no longer read any messages on Facebook. I mainly update my status, comment/like the statuses of others and log off. This is clean and simple live-feeding and living, and it should stay this way with a non-committal air about the whole site. I have strange fears that still manifest themselves whenever the word 'commitment' surfaces, especially to people. For one thing my pleasantness wears off like cheaply sprayed paint after a day or so (partly as I never felt the need of restoring anything to its former, short-lived glory), and the feeling of my hands tied to someone else's sends shivers up my spine.
Speaking to the teachers again at Speech Day felt different; I saw them as former mentors whom I respect rather than the hovering shadows waiting for my assignments. The air of melancholy set in once I realised I would never see their handwriting on my worksheets ever again. I suppose this should've been done with post O-levels, but the hectic rush of revision, and rote memorisation that had taken place...maybe that numbed everything else. And the feelings only penetrate through to reality and the nerves now. I miss the old life, and I had uttered some random bits of information to my former teachers, such as my switch in humanities. (Thought they'd like to know, or rather I was fishing for facts to blurt out.) Mrs Selvan remarked I looked rather run down ever since the New Life commenced. I didn't know so, I feel so. But it, this life, is good.
Homework:
Chemistry tutorial (bonding I) (incomplete)
GP essay (outline, essay)
Math functions (incomplete)
I do wish I was her genetic code sometimes; or at least the portion that would become part of her mind.
My PI for PW (are there so many acronyms lately? We're getting lazy.) is unstable. Why? The ideas I had were a relatively new thought, not yet fully ironed-out but I have an inkling it would turn out fine, eventually. Please turn out fine; I have less than 2 hours to straighten out potential kinks before submitting tomorrow after the Biology lecture, and I have yet to receive comments on the latest draft. Ms Tay mentioned she would sms us if she had sent it back but my inbox is still empty and I am on the verge of going back to bed.
There are 38 people on Facebook. Is there a secret plan to set a record? The highest I have seen was 24 on a Friday night; maybe it's Monday.
I realise I no longer read any messages on Facebook. I mainly update my status, comment/like the statuses of others and log off. This is clean and simple live-feeding and living, and it should stay this way with a non-committal air about the whole site. I have strange fears that still manifest themselves whenever the word 'commitment' surfaces, especially to people. For one thing my pleasantness wears off like cheaply sprayed paint after a day or so (partly as I never felt the need of restoring anything to its former, short-lived glory), and the feeling of my hands tied to someone else's sends shivers up my spine.
Speaking to the teachers again at Speech Day felt different; I saw them as former mentors whom I respect rather than the hovering shadows waiting for my assignments. The air of melancholy set in once I realised I would never see their handwriting on my worksheets ever again. I suppose this should've been done with post O-levels, but the hectic rush of revision, and rote memorisation that had taken place...maybe that numbed everything else. And the feelings only penetrate through to reality and the nerves now. I miss the old life, and I had uttered some random bits of information to my former teachers, such as my switch in humanities. (Thought they'd like to know, or rather I was fishing for facts to blurt out.) Mrs Selvan remarked I looked rather run down ever since the New Life commenced. I didn't know so, I feel so. But it, this life, is good.
Homework:
Chemistry tutorial (bonding I) (incomplete)
GP essay (outline, essay)
Math functions (incomplete)