explosives in my nose
Seriously, I CAN'T STOP SNEEZING! And like my MSN nick currently says, I HAVE EXPLOSIVES IN MY NOSE! Which keep !@$!^#*% detonating at unusual moments! Earlier at the ISD I sneezed about 10 times in two minutes. And about five minutes ago, I sneezed another 10 times, but this time in ONE minute. And now the whole middle portion of my face is aching, due to sneezing too hard. This would actually be quite hilarious if it wasn't happening to me, hoho. Oh and repetitive, power-packed sneezing makes your eyes water and throat sore, too. Brilliant. Don't try this at home, kids.
Hahaha I think our math pt group pretty much screwed up viva voce. But wow she was really quite strict. And she made us all so confoozed. Pris and I felt more sorry for Yinghui though... she got that terrible macroconcept question which made her go round in circles. I don't think I want another math viva. Maybe if we were graded by a different teacher, heh.
Anyway, I am SAD, because today was the last day of Subway's free meal upgrade promotion!!! No more $4 sub + drink + 2 cookies! Well Pris amused us by waxing lyrical about how it was ONLY FOUR DOLLARS and going on to be all morose over not finding out about the offer sooner. Hah, typical Singaporean mentality. By the way, HAS ANYBODY SEEN THE LOCK FOR THE GB ROOM 'cos it's still missing. Otherwise I'm going to bring my lock down since I don't store valuable stuff in my locker.
This entry is so disjointed. Yay!
The visit to the ISD was much more interesting than I expected it to be. In particular the Espionage and Terrorism segments. Although I'm still feeling a bit paranoid and freaked thinking about how anybody could be a spy (there are no permanent friends, only permanent interests) and any everyday object could be used as a weapon/bomb. And of course, lamenting the inherent evil of mankind. It's really sad to think people can stoop to such inhumane means to achieve their wants, with no disregard for life whatsoever. To be soul-less beings. Physically living and breathing but rotten and dead inside. Boo.
ARRGH why, why, why must we report to the Science Center at 8.30am tomorrow?! It's all the way in Jurong (the other side of the world) and the poor Easties have to get up before the break of dawn to travel all the way there. Hmmph. My face continues to feel uncomfortable in this time of anguish.
Hahaha I think our math pt group pretty much screwed up viva voce. But wow she was really quite strict. And she made us all so confoozed. Pris and I felt more sorry for Yinghui though... she got that terrible macroconcept question which made her go round in circles. I don't think I want another math viva. Maybe if we were graded by a different teacher, heh.
Anyway, I am SAD, because today was the last day of Subway's free meal upgrade promotion!!! No more $4 sub + drink + 2 cookies! Well Pris amused us by waxing lyrical about how it was ONLY FOUR DOLLARS and going on to be all morose over not finding out about the offer sooner. Hah, typical Singaporean mentality. By the way, HAS ANYBODY SEEN THE LOCK FOR THE GB ROOM 'cos it's still missing. Otherwise I'm going to bring my lock down since I don't store valuable stuff in my locker.
This entry is so disjointed. Yay!
The visit to the ISD was much more interesting than I expected it to be. In particular the Espionage and Terrorism segments. Although I'm still feeling a bit paranoid and freaked thinking about how anybody could be a spy (there are no permanent friends, only permanent interests) and any everyday object could be used as a weapon/bomb. And of course, lamenting the inherent evil of mankind. It's really sad to think people can stoop to such inhumane means to achieve their wants, with no disregard for life whatsoever. To be soul-less beings. Physically living and breathing but rotten and dead inside. Boo.
ARRGH why, why, why must we report to the Science Center at 8.30am tomorrow?! It's all the way in Jurong (the other side of the world) and the poor Easties have to get up before the break of dawn to travel all the way there. Hmmph. My face continues to feel uncomfortable in this time of anguish.