A week of tests, a day or two of sorrow.

My first and last March Common Test in TJC ended 2 days ago. It wasn't that bad, although the MCTs I was accustomed to in Bedok View was A FKING BREEZE. I am certainly screwed for lit and I plan on skipping any econs lecture that has anything to do with the damned paper.

I suppose this would serve as a wake up call for me. Not that I did not want to study, but I was as motivated as that German Army Group when they surrendered in Stalingrad in 1942, not that my wonderful school life helped. And I am looking forward to my very first "U". In any case, I hope to learn and survive (and perhaps thrive). Time to hit the books and rape the answer schemes, I have exams to execute, tests to torture and closet muggers to cauterise...

Tomorrow, I shall dine in hell.

1st day of MCTs, the GP paper wasn't too bad, although the "Use your own words" questions are getting on my nerves (every single fking question has that fking phrase!!!). Expecting a double whammy tomorrow, econs is definitely screwed up, lacking in content and in skills, spotting is my best friend now. History's not too bad, but that fact that any decent essay I did needed 3+ hours of brainstorming just to plan out is not a very good sign.

It would not do any good for me to moan about not having studied eariler, at least this is the MCTs, I will have a bit more time to spare for the JCTs. I should have my work cut out for me by then. I hope so.

11 years, finally, its over.

Got my MT A'level results yesterday. A "D"! No more mother tongue for the rest of my life! :D

Considering how I almost failed my MT promos, I'm as happy as a guy with a $1000 escort (read "whore"). Imagine, struggling over the use of 10000 characters (although I should be able to remember only 500, tops) for most of my childhood. At least it's all over now.

Despite all the hell it has given me, I guess I have to thank the chinese language syllabus for many things, although making me appreciate the chinese language is not one of them.
Those wonderful teachers who had the patience to guide us uninterested anglophones through the numerous essays, comprehensions, tests and examinations that popped up like bouncing betties along this 11 year long journey to nowhere. The friends I've made in tuition classes and in school, when we felt that talking amongst ourselves (in Singlish) is more productive than deciphering any oriental hieroglyphics, by sight or sound. And not to forget the hilarious mistakes made, by accident or otherwise. Despite all these, I'm just glad I shall not have to study this not-so-despicable subject for the rest of my life.

With MT sorted out, I still have my PW results to take care of, and a few more pesky subjects to prepare for, damn...

It's been a while, too fucking bad.

Read the title, it has been a long time since I've updated this backwater of the internet. JC life and a lack of motivation (tertiary education can sap even the most tenacious of Carebears of their joy). I still have loads of work to do tonight, so I HAVE NO FKING IDEA WHY I AM BLOGGING RIGHT NOW!!!!!! So cya...soon?

The first 7 days, only the beginning.

Tomorrow's the second week of school, and it feels like a month already. It sure was hectic as hell, and it can only get worse. At least I've got most of my holiday work done and over with, and CNY's coming soon, so I can get some undeserved R&R...

Shit, my train of thought has been ruined. Thanks mom.

Welcome to fking 2012

So, this is the New Year everyone looks forward to every year. Hmm...nothing special, except that I actually stayed up late for the whole night in the city after the firework display with some of my BVSS buds. Not something I would do everyday, but it was fun. I ought to do it again though, like say...AFTER THE DAMED A'LEVELS!!!

Anyway, homework's not completed, books unread, shit, I'm screwed for the new school year.

Back from Europe, a week or so ago...

Finally, I am back, for some time anyways. London and Paris, two great capital cities of the world, simply smashing, magnifique. While it was not the best trip from a social perspective (I can't seem to be interested in mixing around in conversations that I will ruin anyway), it was extremely enlightening. The numerous museums, attractions, performances, brilliant.

I suppose it was a tad discomforting at first, having to adapt to the cold temperatures (but no snow, WTF), the Tube/Metro, the fking high prices, and the lack of connectivity to the rest of the World (no auto-roaming for me, shit). Eventually, I got the hang of things, sort of. (14 days without rice, and the fact that the British hostel's breakfast can't seem to stay in my stomach aren't very good news)

With the huge amount of time spent in museums and galleries, it was definitely a feast for my brain cells. While the Natural History Museum, the British Museum and the shitlaod of art museums (including the Lourve, which was the only one I gave a damn about) were great in their own right (especially the first 2, the art museums were generally boring or "WTF am I looking at" moments), I was generally looking forward to the Imperial War Museum and the Churchill War rooms (Chateau de Versailles and the medieval village of Provins were a treat as well). It was a military historian's wet dream! All the militaria, the history, the artifacts, the exhibits, the experiences of those who actually were there (I met a survivor of the London Blitz!), my goodness! I definitely ticked off many things from my bucket list from those visits.

Then there was the food and people. The people were generally helpful, and polite. Especially so in France when we are as Francophone as Helen Keller, in her mom's womb. And the guides were brillant, funny, and they do have character, acting as if they were part of the attractions themselves! Although there were dicks here and there, but I guess dicks are located everywhere around the damned globe. Then there was nutrition, very expensive, yet, very filling. I've never eaten so many baguettes, so much pasta and so much fast food in my life! Of course, those were the cheaper options for students like us, and a member of the middle class like me. They were delicious though, most of the time (snails anyone?), but the fact that a cuppa would cost as much as a meal in Burger freaking King still pisses me off. Still, it's Europe, land of Arty Farty crap, loads of it, and expensive goods (don't ask me about shopping, if shopping was a religion, I would be a heretic)

Still, there were not so good parts about the trip. While the public transport systems of both cities were very good (almost, their stations were not the most impressive), having to walk around is still a bitch (but it prevented me from becoming an American, looking at the enormous amount of food we had at every meal), and it gave me the benefit of observing the everyday life in a Western European metropolis. Crime also proved to be a nuisance, while it wasn't so bad in London, except for having to look out for pickpockets all the freaking time, Paris was shit. That place was filled with freaking gypsies (no offence to the Roma people) who beg and beg and look for opportunites to stuff their hands into my pockets, all I could say to them was non merci and "Get a job!" (Under my breath, obviously). Perhaps, Singapore is not so bad after all.

Despite their flaws, I had a wonderful time in both countries. It was a pain in the arse (literally, 12 hours in economy class sucks) that I had to go home after so long, but then again, it was time. I have a lot of friends and things to take care of.