today i got back my GP lecture test, and i got a 26.5/42.  so i was like "shit i just passed by half a mark.  how crappy is that".  but well i found out that it wasn't thanks to Luther and Lennis, who well, said something along the line of "no you dumb shit, you got a B"

*presses calculator*

me: "oh damn my math must be failing, i thought 26 x 2 is 42.... you know that 6 x 2 = 12... yada yada yada"

Zhen Rui: "lol" (or something along the line. i did mention before in a previous post that my memory was failing as well right?)

this is totally not good.  memory failing, math failing.  this could prove to be my downfall in JC life.

but not to fear.

ok damn i'm fearing.

hmm ok.  i must say that JC life has been rather kind to me thus far.  found a potential jamming mate today.  his guitar skills are impeccable.  perhaps, just perhaps, my dream of becoming the next Chad Smith could be realised!

nah maybe not.  but it doesn't kill to hope does it?

well...  i guess i got infected by RuiZEEEE cause now i keep saying well in that crappy accent of his that has this bird connotation.  in case you don't know what i meant by "bird", check out the chinese pronunciation of bird, which well, is niao. and did i just say "well" again?

anyway.  i cannot stress how boring econs and chem lectures are.  chem is plain boring. learning all those bonding stuff while people in my class make random comments along the line of "lets *points at the word "BOND" in the lecture notes* someone today".  or better still, sitting beside Zhen Rui who has this wicked sense of humor, one that only he can understand at times.  just amazing how he manages to see a smiley in every single bonding pattern and graph.  and econs... let's just say there is this certain degree of fun in the lecture.  constant groans when people wake up, Wilson's "shuddap lah. i trying to sleep leh", as well as Rachel perpetually flicking my ear cause she is so bored.  but i must stress that the highlight of econs lecture is, undoubtedly, the Prediction Game, or so i call it.  in essence, it is this thing where we guess what the lecturer would say next, and at what timing.  the game is really predictable, especially when she only says two certain words.  all you need to do is get the permutation right.  and of course your timing must be perfect, which isn't so hard.

and who can forget GP.  getting back our test papers with our heart in our mouth, while at the back Bryan Ong makes a careless calculation error that almost makes him feel so devastated.  and of course the certain word in the question, must i say it?, "double injustice". oh wait that's two words.  anyway yes the two words in the question, which is "double injustice" which so aptly sums up what we go through in all lectures/tutorials/tests except History.

call me a true blue arts student

alas, only one subject can, well, assuage my fears of retention.  no, not water retention.  i haven't reached that age yet i guess.  i meant retaining.  or for the cheena population, liu2 ban1. for the malays and indians, i am so sorry i have no translation.

yes i was talking about history.  but then again, just when you start to feel that your history is the best subject, you get smacked in the face by cruel reality.  well me at least.  i got a C for my international history test.  i know that it's probably better than most other papers, but hell.  a C?  for a subject that would supposedly assuage my fears of retaining?

i have a long way to go, and a lot to worry about.

but.  what am i doing?  that's what we do.  blog about school, school, school, school, school and more school.  that's the society today.  dogmatism, pragmatism, study-your-ass-off-or-die-sm. why can't we just break free?

i can hear some people out there crying out "rebel!" already.  talk about conforming.

nevertheless, i shalt not talk about such a dark topic.  one of the few off-limit topics on my blog solely because i am such a good citizen.

what was it about not lying to myself again?  must have thrown that out off the window, and run over it with a bulldozer, and ground it with a sugarcane juice squeezer thingumy.

and you see me sinking gradually into this sea of craptology once again.  let's talk about something more serious.

nothing brought me greater pleasure than hearing the final whistle, and Manchester United beat Liverpool 3 nil.  i am so sorry for ever doubting you Alex Ferguson.  and to Arsenal fans.  my condolences.  *sniggers behind back*

you should have seen the look on Zhen Rui's face!  once he saw me he was like "don't talk to me! go away!"  and of course i got whacked on the back by both him and Mellissa cause Arsenal lost.  i mean i didn't niao them about it.  i just smiled.  ok i guess that kinda warranted the slap.

hmm ok.  i think that's really all that i have in my tank.  quite a long post i must say.

what a crappy way to end