it's not gonna be a very nice post to read today, so if you don't want to feel down, don't read it. OH WAIT. EXCEPT FOR THIS PART. THIS YOU MUST READ:
pamela is going on a vegetarian-Mondays diet! join her if you can, cut down on your carbon footprint!
inspired by the talk: Nature is Changing; Copenhagen and Beyond - What does it mean for Asia? - held by NUS LKY School of Public Policy.

now you can stop reading if you wish.




It's only been 3 days since the start of the battle. 5 down. 6 more to go. All I can say is that they all haven't left me with a good feeling at all. I feel like I'm plunging into this pool which I can never surface, and with each paper, I'm sinking deeper. Basically, I'm saying that I don't even have the confidence of passing the paper(s) alone. Not exaggerating here. Besides a serious lack of time management (technically I don't think my problem is termed time management, rather, think slow, write slow.), I also have a lack of exam skills for grouping and organizing information (need i mention a dwindling supply of confidence and positivity?) The aftermath feeling is worse than any other exam I have sat for before, including my common tests which I saw the most number of Us on my paper in my life, which does not bode well for A levels. Some people I depend on have managed to wrestle some negativity away from me, but each time I look back on the papers, a ten-tonne boulder drops deep in my belly. I really, REALLY wish that I can say 'it's finally over!' or 'that was fun!', but my humour and optimism has miraculously drained from me. I have even been hallucinating images of letter Cs [trying to be optimistic here] and worse on a pink slip of paper...daytime-nightmares I tell you!

Getting daily headaches from worrying too much [i believe is the cause] is not a good sign. Please let it end.

I'm saving this post as a draft so as not to spoil the surprise. (6th November 2009)
A much lighter head, no more swishing, no more excessive use of shampoo, and I gotta start learning how to use wax.
And so....I cut my hair!
well thing is, it's the first time I'm going short. shorter than my IP2 short, which then I still could tie a mini pony tail somewhat then. Now, I can't. But no worries there, I'm getting used to it.
When I left the salon, I was hesistant. Like really. my mind was kinda reeling like 'I LOOK LIKE A BOY!' even though i've prepared myself to go short for at least a week now. Thus it wasn't an impulsive decision (or maybe it was, just a longer term impulsion), and I was surprised at how surprised i was at my own reaction. But now that i'm home, i've played around with it, and starting to like it! It's still a little shorter than what I expected, but nice nontheless. so I've gotta thank Joanne from J Salon at Far east plaza for reassuring me, and the styling. I paid good money for her to help me!
So anyway,  I meant to want to have something similar to this...

or this... after much research (i showed the hairdresser these same pictures too),

but the results more like this...(but a little shorter..)

and thus, i'm this!

my souvenior of which i'm gonna send to Locks of Love as a donation,

and say goodbye to this!

a HAIR-raising experience!

i want to watch astroboy!!! hahah!

A weight off my shoulders, literally (much more than you travis. definitely.)
Surprise surprise people. See you on Monday. Where it all starts.

It seems like karma for sleeping late last night and deciding to be lazy to not join denise & co. for the morning run. I've not even reached school yet, and i've counted 5 misfortunes that have befallen me. Since i'm currently stuck in a jam[misfortune number 5], i've got time to detail the other 4. The first two involved buses. Well you see, i normally depend on the what-time-is-the-bus-coming-board to decide if i would walk to the other busstop to have an extra option for my transfer bus instead of waiting for only one bus without walking the extra 500m or so. And thus, when it said 14 minutes, who would wait there when there's the possibility of getting on another bus earlier with a short walk? And so i walked. But that decision led me to miss that bus that was supposedly to take 14 minutes to come, came in less than one minute as i walked AWAY from the busstop. Well fine. Lets just hope the second bus will come soon. It came soon enough, yes it did. It came BEFORE I reached busstop-number-two. And so, that led to misfortune number 3, which was me having to spend 20 very HOT minutes at the busstop which faced the morning sun. The misfortune only felt like one, when I starting perspiring like a pig less than an hour after i took a rare morning bath. Grrr... And now, for the forth m, is a continuation from the first two, as missing the buses, meant that i missed the time i could enter the school through the sidegate. For you non-NJCians, our school gate closes exactly on the dot at 9am, and if you can't enter through the sidegate, you've gotta walk around Hillcrest Villa & RGPS, up the hill, to the maingate to enter the school. And yes i did that.

All that trouble just to come to school to study. 5 more days. And they say i shouldn't count my misfortunes, but my blessings, so i will end it on a positive note. I had true-blue chocolate banana bread for breakfast, which was white bread with nutella spread, with a layer of fresh banana slices in between....Yum:)
- 9am, Nokia N95 Notes.

update: today was really unproductive. GAH.

one week to go. *freaks*
that's what's really going on inside.

but besides that...
do thou needth a table number three?

really, i think i've got a TREE's worth of paper in my room. and i mean a HUNDRED-YEAR-OLD OAKWOOD.(if that's the type paper is made from..)

and the rest are snippets from my secret study sessions :)

oh and i managed to witness a wedding solemnization ceremony as i was walking home. how romantic for the couple to have it by the river...

submitted. applied. last stretch and I can PLAY!