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Sunday, February 11, 2007 12:50 pm

Acceptance.

I think I'm getting hooked to FOB. Anyway, that's another issue.
I've finished Oxidation; No doubt will be getting that 13-max- again for this test.
I don't know why, but I think people have this notion that I'm the sort who builds a fence around me.
Maybe that would explain why there are these queer individuals who have this tendency to still stare at me.
And it's not my hair either.
Is it the way I stand? Or how I get my ideas across? Or my attitude- what attitude is there??
Ah, I'm just canning that entire episode and throwing it down the chute. No point pondering over it.

I think SPA is retarded. Having to juggle so many tasks is really quite mentally and physically demanding. And then there's that damn SPA. Not only do we have to understand what the damn instructions is trying to tell us, we have to work with faulty apparatus. And then, there's that teacher hovering closely around you.
Come on, how many of us will continue to conduct experiments when we hit our 30s? The only "experiment" we are going to conduct is with our partners.
I doubt that even 1/6 of the class will continue to play with the retort stands or test tubes when we are middle-aged. Of course, with the exception of erm..Nevermind

My mother has this very weird nature of staring at me when I'm stirring awake. I don't know why.
I guess that's because I'm the only son. Haha.
She commented to me this morning that the way I hold the bolster bares great similarity to a guy hugging a girl. 0.o
I have no idea what she's talking about. I mean, you mean that you have another method of holding your bolster?
No, I don't grope it either.
Maybe it's the imminent 14th. Strange. I wasn't that affected last year or a couple of years ago. Strange things are just happening this year. Which, I am glad to say, I like it. It gives that little twist to that norm life that I live.
Eat.
Study.
Travel.
Study.
Sleep.
Tv.
MSN.
Why not just inject a little something. A special something.
Like.
During travel, I get to meet someone I haven't met since last year? Ok, bad example.
Then, why not on Friendster, a teacher happens to add me? I'll delete my account.

I think it's the weather. Ya, it's always the weather. And with the onset of New Year, more class test, more stringent checks on my attire, and Valentine's Day.
Hmm. Am I the only one who's overtly concerned with this trifle matter?
Maybe I should just chuck this emotion aside.
=|

this used to be a funhouse. But now it’s full of evil clowns.