2007, so far.
Okay. This LJ is turning completely stagnant. I know I don't update much, but I think this is the first time there have been no entries for an entire month. I'm so loathe to blog, I wonder why I even have one sometimes =/ Ah well.
Because my memory is starting to fail me, I shall do a simple recap of 2007 so far.
Let's see. I celebrated the New Year on a flyover overlooking the Esplanade, ooh-ing and aah-ing appropriately at the pretty fireworks. All was fine and dandy until the policemen refused to remove the barricade in the center of the road, effectively blocking the walking route towards The Fullerton/City Hall MRT. Then all hell broke loose, and I was happily stuck in an irate crowd a few hundred deep.
Then there was orientation. L'audeamus (Let Us Dare) 2007, BB09, L'atte. Ha, I just realized I have nothing else to say about orientation. This is fairly telling of something, although I can't quite put my finger on it. What is it with JC orientations and overt physical interaction with the opposite sex, anyway? You'd think we've been living in nunneries and monasteries up till now ._.
Well, I think my class is fairly interesting, what with Box/Man, Potato, Cauliflower, Wombat, Thomas and so on. Colorful characters (even if most of them are figments of my overactive imagination) make for fun times! Although we've only got 21 people so far, so the second-intake might bring about more classmates.
Speaking of second-intake students, I do not want to get my HCL results back... I feel icky enough about ONE subject. I can't even begin scratching the surface of the anxiety those who had to endure the O-levels must be consumed by right now.
Oh yes. JOHN LEGEND LIVE AT THE ESPLANADE ON 15TH JANUARY. I swear, that was one of (if not) the best days in my life. I didn't know anyone could be that good live. His albums are all sorts of incredible, but the concert brought his awesome prowess to a phenomenal new level. When he let rip on Ordinary People, a part of me died inside out of sheer happiness.
I honestly thought the first couple of months in RJ, if not a honeymoon period, would be relatively slack. And I have been proven extremely wrong ): The tests are looming close, and although none of the results actually go towards our promo grades, getting a bad grade does not bode well for the rest of the academic year. I am most determined not to screw up my promos. But after Abby regaled me with horror stories of the extreme depression, pressure and stress she's seen her friends face in J1, I am convinced I will need weekly therapy by November.
I seriously hope I can get through JC with my sanity relatively intact.
Oh well. Here's hoping.
And my dearest Czechoslovakia Vallapan Vengopalan... do take care of yourself. We all love you immensely and will be with you every step of the way (: (ZOMG PLATITUDE ALERT!) Remember, you're not alone!
Because my memory is starting to fail me, I shall do a simple recap of 2007 so far.
Let's see. I celebrated the New Year on a flyover overlooking the Esplanade, ooh-ing and aah-ing appropriately at the pretty fireworks. All was fine and dandy until the policemen refused to remove the barricade in the center of the road, effectively blocking the walking route towards The Fullerton/City Hall MRT. Then all hell broke loose, and I was happily stuck in an irate crowd a few hundred deep.
Then there was orientation. L'audeamus (Let Us Dare) 2007, BB09, L'atte. Ha, I just realized I have nothing else to say about orientation. This is fairly telling of something, although I can't quite put my finger on it. What is it with JC orientations and overt physical interaction with the opposite sex, anyway? You'd think we've been living in nunneries and monasteries up till now ._.
Well, I think my class is fairly interesting, what with Box/Man, Potato, Cauliflower, Wombat, Thomas and so on. Colorful characters (even if most of them are figments of my overactive imagination) make for fun times! Although we've only got 21 people so far, so the second-intake might bring about more classmates.
Speaking of second-intake students, I do not want to get my HCL results back... I feel icky enough about ONE subject. I can't even begin scratching the surface of the anxiety those who had to endure the O-levels must be consumed by right now.
Oh yes. JOHN LEGEND LIVE AT THE ESPLANADE ON 15TH JANUARY. I swear, that was one of (if not) the best days in my life. I didn't know anyone could be that good live. His albums are all sorts of incredible, but the concert brought his awesome prowess to a phenomenal new level. When he let rip on Ordinary People, a part of me died inside out of sheer happiness.
I honestly thought the first couple of months in RJ, if not a honeymoon period, would be relatively slack. And I have been proven extremely wrong ): The tests are looming close, and although none of the results actually go towards our promo grades, getting a bad grade does not bode well for the rest of the academic year. I am most determined not to screw up my promos. But after Abby regaled me with horror stories of the extreme depression, pressure and stress she's seen her friends face in J1, I am convinced I will need weekly therapy by November.
I seriously hope I can get through JC with my sanity relatively intact.
Oh well. Here's hoping.
And my dearest Czechoslovakia Vallapan Vengopalan... do take care of yourself. We all love you immensely and will be with you every step of the way (: (ZOMG PLATITUDE ALERT!) Remember, you're not alone!