am i sick and tired of blogging?

NO..i'm not sick and tired of blogging. It's only that there's 24 hours a day. Didn't really have the time and energy to sit in front of my com after a heavy school day's work. Mind you, i had four Sundays burnt. Four Sundays spent revising for my tests. Tests every week for four consecutive weeks. Finally, i can rest tomorrow. I just realised my last entry was like seven days ago. Have to make it a point to write something everyday; otherwise, i would have too much stuff to blog on after a few days' break.

Firstly, can all NUS students please have a little bus etiquette? I feel ashamed when i see my fellow schoolmates rushing to board a bus. Here we have our future engineers, doctors, lawyers, physicists, mathematicians,ermmm historians, sociologists....whatever, pushing and squeezing to get on a bus. Who takes care of the bus-stops anyway? LTA? Whoever it is, can i suggest erecting queue-lines at bus stops as well? It pisses people like me off when i've been waiting at the bus-stop for like 20 mins and when the bus comes, there's always some desperate "i'm gonna come" bas*ard who cuts into my path.

I have to stress hear that i'm NOT a very timid person. But i'm not vocal as well. When i was in secondary and poly, i prefer actions rather than words. I WOULD have whacked that bas*tard then. But hey, i'm an undergrad now. And school-fee's from my dad's CPF. In case you are not sure how this CPF thing works, it simply means i have to replenish the amount of money used for my education back into my dad's CPF account after i graduate. That includes interest as well. Meaning i have owed my dad approximately S$22,000 to date. The government says although it's my dad's money, i HAVE to put that money back into his CPF account by CASH. By protocol, they say.

Back to subject proper, regardless of whether i graduate or not, i still have to repay that amount of money. Would you jeopardize your expensive education for a f*cking bas*ard who steals your place in the bus? Even if you had arse as your brain, you would have done what i did, i.e. DO NOTHING.

People don't give me a damn cos i'm short. Ya i know i'm not 175 or 180, but that doesn't give them a reason to lokk down on me. What's so great about being tall? Come on, its because of the good food and good vitamins your rich parents supplied you with. Not everyone is lucky as you. I DESPISE 90% of the RICH people.

noisy library

library = quiet
library = fussy librarians telling you to keep your noise level down
library = NO TALKING
Central Library in NUS = None of the above

Firstly, the librarians in the Central Library in school are one of the best. They are extremely helpful, extremely courteous, and extremely pleasant people. Definitely NOT the ones being stereotyped as. Well, being polite and service-oriented does has its cons as well. In my one year or so in the library, it has NEVER been quiet.What's the point of having a library if it turns out to be a meeting spot where shameless people meet up and chat about everything under the sun? I hadn't thought of the adjective "shameless" had i not heard it from one of the frustrated girls who left the library in a huff. Apparently, there was a group of SHAMELESS b**tards sitting near them who chatted so damn noisily. Young di*cks out there, if you think that telling everyone who you screwed last night is a very honorable and great thing, keep it for your mum and dad. Leave it for your grandparents as well. People like me don't want to hear all your nonsense and bullshit. I came to the library to revise my schoolwork, NOT to listen to some SOBs' conquests. NOT to watch people flirting and making out.
Secondly, cellphones. Why are some people so f**king deaf? Why are they so arse-brained? This is a library, so kindly switch your cellphones to vibrate or silent mode. UNDERGARDS....HUH! Either they do not understand simple English or they bought their way to the university. Hope these people fail their examinations and get dismissed from the university.

Singaporeans are one awful bunch of whiners. When i mean whiners, i mean whiners. Not Bloggers. They complain about everything. I know they are rich and powerful. I know they have air-con units at home. I know they are highly educated. So they have the right and entitlement to complain everything under the sun. Degrading my fellow countrymen does not absolve those Chinese national students, mind you. Very often i've heard these Chinese students bad-mouthing their Singapoean counterparts. Hello.....you are in MY country. Our tax-payers are SUBSIDISING your education. In case you do not know what SUBSIDISING mean, it means that your school fees are cheaper. Your educational materials are cheaper. Your hostels are cheaper. You DID NOT serve national service in MY country and you're here talking cock about my countrymen. As much as i want to accept them, our cultures and society differs too much. As least i was taught not to bite the hand that feeds you.

WAIT! That's suppose to be a CHINESE proverb. Looks like they have have look into themselves first.

finally, a minute's of rest

After two weeks of intense revision for the mid-term tests, i can finally take a breather...At least for a couple of days...One last test next week before i'm free to begin revision for the semestral examinations. Couple of stuff happened the last few days. Top of the list - My brother dislocated his elbow.

All books have dedication pages. Well, the same goes for my little diary, i guess. Today's entry is therefore, dedicated to my courageous brother. He's the man. In his course of carrying out his duties, he got his elbow dislocated.
While i was just a lowly, useless storeman while i was serving national service, my brother's a BSLC grad. He's a recce specialist k? If you don't have a single idea what i'm talking about, then ask any male SIngaporean who's gone through National Service. That is, provided that he isn't a lowly sh*t like me. He wouldn't know the full details anyway and would most probably cook up one hellofastory to impress you gullible girls.

Despite the intermittent afternoon rains, my house is still so damn warm. I shiver at the thought that i might die of heatstroke or dehydration when i'm in the middle of my sleep.

Too hot.....C...A...N...N...O...T type an...ymore....