harvard's fun. i finally get to see snow after nearly 22 years. everywhere's cold with a capital K. . . wonder what it would be like once i get back to singapore on thurs morning. . . well haha i've got a class at 10 and a paper due on friday (which i haven't started writing) i am so messed up for my mid-terms/term papers lol. . . oh well, its only one semester haha...

my flight leaves in about 5 hours time and i am still online and i am still not sleeping. ok you guys probably would not be hearing from me till march 1st (ok. now stop cheering) unless i miss my flight, in which case you would hear from me tomororw (yes feel sorry for yourself)


but till i return, here's something "arguably" more important than all those mid-term papers and tests to occupy you:


Johari profile AND. . .
Nohari profile


happy mid-term break! cheers!

school sucks. it just dawned on me that within 2 .5 weeks after coming back from Harvard, i would have to do the following:


1 project (30%) for HY2247
1 term paper (20%) for HY2242
2 quizzes (approx 15% together) for EL2101
1 response paper (5%) for USE2304
1 mid term quiz (20%) for USE2304
1 mid term test (30%) for SC1101E


fark sia. this one worse than the 12 task of hercules, i think newcastle win premiership and opposition win election put together also got more easier. . . why all my modules like that pull stunt on me one? dulan.

this video is fuckin' cool (and i do not say that simply because it goes with the colour scheme of this page)

i am tired. yeah like officially tired, or whatever that is supposed to mean. after the first few weeks of slacking around in school, everything has suddenly picked up momentum like a gigantic avalanche rolling towards me, its collision as imminent as Chelsea walking away with another premiership trophy. . .


i feel like playing Need For Speed again, anyone got the CD for mac to lend me? i need my fix of computer games. . . guess vodka, kahula and pineapple tarts can't do it no more


and yes for those that read The New Paper on saturday (04/02) i was the Brandon Lim interviewed by them, and no i am neither 22 or go jogging 3 times a week. those were smoke screens thrown up by me to throw kaypohs off guard. but judging from how many people actually asked me about it, my smoke screen failed


my soci lecturer is making life very difficult for me. why is it so hard to schedule a make-up for the midterm test? why must he insist on getting the dean's office involved in drafting a leave of absence for me? "when i see all your official documentation, then i will make a decision on whether you get a chance at the mid term test" WTF. damn pissed off.


after lunch at engin canteen on tues, i left earlier, leaving my other friend at the table to wait her other friend, then this dude (whose nationality i would withold lest Mao Zedong's infamous green teeth haunts me in my dreams) happily plonked himself down on the chair beside my friend, i told him the seat was occupied and he stared at me like i raped his pet pooch. motherfuckin idiot. cannot understand english meh? i hate people staring at me whether i'm eating at the canteen or taking a piss in the urinal. but hey i'm a mature individual. gotta chill. gotta do my term paper now. ciao.

i am typing this entry now in the USP reading room where people all around are *supposed* to be studying and this couple of gals sitting behind me are making so much noise with the photocopy machine that i think they have coerced the photocopying machine into photocopying the entire bible. what is wrong with these people? just borrow the damn book lahh! annoying.


anyway back to the subject of today's incoherent rant- my beloved magpies are not flying very highly at the moment. . . urgh. . . its really frustrating to watch them struggle through week in week out, playing with as much confidence as a captain watching his ship sink into oblivion. i guess what makes this feeling all the worse is having the same thing sinking into your gut for the past 11-12 years, one disappointment after another, one heartbreak after another, but none as evocative as what transpired in mid-96. . . and no, the agony and misery does not improve with frequency.


on a sidenote, i've been doing alot of really stupid things recently, like trying to open the club room door with my PGP transponder. . . going to the shower, taking off my clothes, and realising that i did not bring my shampoo and soap. . . going to the library to borrow books, only to discover that i did not bring my matric card. . . but you know what's the dumbest thing i've done this entire semester? taking EL2101. yes. that takes the cake. absolutely and totally.


the girls behind me are STILL photocopying their notes, i presume now that they are done with the bible, they are on to Tolstoy's "War and Peace". . . i will go for my class at 6, and if i come back and they are still photocopying notes, i will report them for indiscrimate use of paper and for being a threat to the continued survival of trees worldwide.


pls do not get me wrong, i have got nothing against people who do their readings dilligently, in fact i do my fair share of reading from soccernet.com and the occasional men's magazine. . . so ya, its just how much reading those people are doing that makes me a little worried about my future plans of being the Minister of Edcation before 40, but trust me, its not half as worrying as seeing the magpies defence swivel around on the ball. . .