Well, thank you for the little note :) It didn't stop the storm, haha, but at least it allowed a little sunshine to break through the gloomy skies.

Perhaps I've been thinking too much about others' problems too, with so many blogs out there, setting my mind on another unsolvable thought cycle. Or perhaps the cumulation of all troubles in the past suddenly burst through the inner chains restraining them. Haha, or it's the effect of listening to "Love, me (Collin Raye)" too many times. Hmm whenever I hear that song, tears would come unbidden to my eyes, it almost could be an exercise for practicing the holding back of tears.

But haha, certainly, I never knew programming was such a good mood lifter. Sets your mind on a task, and the sense of accomplishment following every small success certainly lifts one out from the nadir.

I don't know. Feeling extremely melancholic, and realised how I've unconsciously divided my reads list into two, everything when I'm feeling normal and right as rain, and one to avoid when I'm in a terrible mood, haha. Oh dear, I can't even put a smiley face, that's weird.

One thing I dislike about the internet is just the extreme face-lessness, you can never know how the other side is responding, favourably or not. End up often inundating my messages with those annoying smiley faces, you know, they do look reassuring sometimes.

Tides of unease still batters the now submerged coast. A long time since high tide, indeed. As much as it being undesirable, it leaves behind a well levelled beach sand surface, clean and fresh, a new slate to work on. But, with too much water, comes the erosion factor, doesn't it? Reminds me of the breakwater we've constructed at East Coast, would remnants still remain?

I think I should make full use of this mood. I can be extremely productive in terms of writing crap at these times. And haha, yes. Analogies. Ooh.

Wonder what factors in music discriminates the good from the bad. How we judge songs are extremely subjective sometime, isn't it.

Perhaps I should just go and sleep, and wait for the waves to die down. Let the beach resettle. "Wake up to a brand new day", as they say*.

*Technique: Clichés, appropriated from GP reading materials "How to write an F paper".

Haha. Yes. I think the winds egging on the waves are dying. But I'm still smileyfaceless.

How would I have known a stupid typo error in the address could have led to my loss of an entire entry?? *screams* Ah well.

Hmm, ok. So I decided that to let my program add line breaks isn't enough, and hence I've come up with this new web-based solution.

This page allows you to type in your blog entry without needing the line breaks and then post it to the pitas server using the last login id you've provided when you logged into pitas.

Ok, the other feature include a dialog box asking you whether you really want to close the window, preventing the situations where you may accidentally close your blogging window or refresh, or what-nots, and lose it all.

Well, comments and suggestions are welcome.

It's been a long time since I've seen any nice piece of blritings floating about, with everyone busy mastering the way to walk the path to success. (Incidentally, I think long as nice, too) And within spans of time not even bordering on weeks, 3 have popped up and caught my attention.

Guess it'd take the idle mind to conjure up these flights of fantasy, the fingers and mind themselves interwined in a dance of beauteous undertakings. Through these perhaps we can glean more deeply into different sentiments, leaving us more open and perceptive, for ideas touch and bind fast to the mind. Ideas, once foreign, allowed to interact and mingle freely with existing ones, can often lead to wondrous new revelations. Or utter rejection. Well, there's always two sides to this proverbial coin.

And this is what I liked about blogs, rather some entries. The freedom to express, words taking hold of your mind and setting it free. The elegance of word play, letting them playfully terpsichore about; having someone perhaps to appreciate it, who'd might learn something too. The free flow of thought-provoking ideas, the mutual reciprocal action of these seeds of thoughts, may them clash, bloom and grow. Not to mention an insightful peek into lives of others, understanding and perhaps application of what is learnt.

Not to mention, nice reads too :)

Went home and slept at 4pm. So yes, I skipped CO, haha. But was so tired I completely ignored my mum's calls and shakes to wake me up for my erhu practices with BH, and slept all the way until 7am. Felt no motives for staying awake and tireness gnawing on my nerves, so continued to sleep until 9.

And for those who likes to type their blog on notepad, but hates to line-break it, download this.
Helps to add line breaks to a text file.

I wonder why I do feel more pained about her death when I saw that this person had a webpage, than when I saw it reported on the newspapers. Somehow perhaps identities on the internet seems more 'alive' to me, a webpage with her thoughts, one with a guestbook which people still sign from time to time, and the fact that although the page was created more than 5 years ago, people still remember. The ashes may have long burned out, but the memory lives.

Of course, what too caught my attention was that her boyfriend still signs the guestbook from time to time, leaving behind nuggets of digitised information, greetings, and all that. Sentimental stuff, but it makes me wonder indeed, how could such love span time and dimensions. I'm still cynical about these, but not knowing it truly, I'm still willing to give it the benefit of the doubt.

Cynical. Because I doubt my own ability to comprehend such. Misanthrophical. Because I doubt the authenticity of love. And if one does, is there a need to say it out? Aren't actions enough? Why (try to) completely love one when you can show love and concern for everyone?

Perhaps I'd get a chance to answer my own questions one day :)

Wonder if (that kind of) love is just the distillation of all feelings and emotions, trust, fear, longing, guilt, concern, irritation, (haha) lust, what-nots. A delicate balance on the scales, in which emotions on either side attempt to gain dominance over the other side. Where wayward winds may accidentally upset the balance. The fickleness, capriciousness of it all. I guess then, it would be advisable to wait until the balance is safely in the right position before deciding.

Haha, just another thought about this, which was conceived as I lay rolling about on bed, thinking about death, life, love, hate and all that, essentially what I'd write for a GP essay. In the past I'd have staunchly stood for the enactment of laws for mercy killing a.k.a euthanasia, but now I would have taken the other side. Especially after the some reporter was pronounced brain-dead by 2 seperate groups of doctors examining her, yet she miraculously comes to life, is able to write, on her way to recovery. Scary, isn't it, how many people might have been put to sleep forever just because of doctors' inability to see the spark of life within someone. And scarier would be the effects of enacting such laws, will the people take for granted the killing of someone near death and end up killing everyone whose life isn't worth living? Just because people deem their lives to be of too much pain?

Slept on the floor today, for I thought the reason of my reluctance to wake is probably due to the fact that my bed is too comfortable.

It doesn't pay to be early, I've learnt that, ack. Arrived at City Hall with a bags full of luggage, and no one is here. Waited and waited, hmm perhaps they are right in the sense one must always take late-coming into allowance when planning for any trips.

Went burger king next after all those who are supposed to be there have arrived, and to carrefour to buy what we needed for the chalet. Unfortunately, heavy rain kept us indoors in the chalet most of the time, so we spent most of our time talking or playing cards. Never did had the chance to go roller-blading nor cycling, yet, though pool was rather fun, spent almost 3 hours playing, and yet paying only $2 each, by making full use of the resources already there, 'borrowing' tables for practice with the balls that are out of the game.

Didn't sleep much actually, talked the night out until around 4.00am, where I grabbed my erhu and ran to the beach, having always wanted to perform for the sea, always listening, unable to mock. Really lost touch in lots of the older songs I've learnt, and playing while squatting in the sand seems to make it much more harder. Was about to round up after spending half an hour in front of the water, when I turned my head around, and saw one meteorite streak across the sky. Initially dismissed it as pure fortune, but when I saw a second not too long after, I ran back to the chalet to tell TaiAn about it, for he's the one who've actually told us about the upcoming meteor shower (and saw yet another on the way back). Unfortunately, by the time we returned to the spot, the winds have blown the clouds over the spot, and we were unable to spot any more.

Breakfast at Mac in the second day, followed by the pool session as previously typed, then returned to the chalet. Extremely discomfited by the mess in the kitchen, I tried to clean up the mess and the extremely dirty floor mat, though made it lot more wet in the process. Always have the urge to clean up mess especially where I'd be spending lots of time, like the classrooms, though somehow it doesn't apply to my room. Felt lots more at home after getting rid of some of the grime and dirt.

Spent the night out eating at the hawker center, wasn't exactly very hungry as I've already eaten much back in the chalet, ended up having satays. Went out to the beach later, where we somehow got the caprice to build something like a breakwater out of sand to block the upwelling tide, had much fun trying to repair the walls, draining the moats, building towers, until we all got tired and when we are pretty sure the waves are no longer at it's peak and can no longer damage the walls.

Now they're all playing cards, betting too, but I didn't join in, yet. Perhaps they're going to sing soon, don't really want to sleep so soon, but guess I don't have much choice, extremely tired already.

So it ended up everyone being so tired that most just went straight to bed, around 3am, after everyone got sick of cards. Not much space left, but was able to fully utilise my size and find a cozy corner, between a mattress and the wall. Comfy, haha, and also completely unable to turn around. Woke up slightly after 6, after someone came in and cordially invited me to a game of cards downstairs.

Spent the morning packing and clearing up our stuff, being the last day in the chalet. Checked out at 9+, went to Mac for breakfast and played pool until noon. Also ran out to the beach to look at the remains of our breakwater, which was still very much intact, other than the footprints that some inconsiderate people have left on it.

Whee! Going off for chalet with class in a few hours time :) Hmm, wonder if I should skip CO on wednesday morning and just go for the afternoon one, don't really relish the thought of waking up 7+ in the morning after playing the entire night just to go back to school.

And whee, TIP sounds like fun! :P Even Kenneth is finding himself in trouble over there with the girls there, "but here the girls very open and daring". Haha, and since he's in Taiwan, the first thing I asked him to buy is wang2 zi3 mian4! Yay! Wonder how is it like, according to the radio stations it's something like mamee, but according to his host family it's some kind of pao4 mian4.

Hmm, and yep, guess there'd be no posting for several days, haha, but at least now I still can blog on my laptop when I'm away in the wilderness at Costa Sands.

Watched Harry Potter on Friday night, amazingly still feeling sick from the after effects of gorging myself on food in Seoul Garden. The movie itself is good, and I might have said it was excellent if I hadn't read the book. The acting itself did seem better, pace is faster (for good and for bad), overall it was better than the first movie. Haha, still can't believe Myrtle is actually 36 in real life, she's positively cute in the movie! :P But at least that explains why she was able to act that well, hmm.

Ack. Terrible lesson to be learnt that greed certaintly doesn't bode well for your body, ate rather a bit on the excessive side at Seoul Garden that I was sick the whole afternoon and evening.

Ok, this entry should date back to 10th November 2002

CLAO was much of a relief. As much as I didn't want to say it out loud, I'm glad how it ended, paper and all. For I'm sure that if I say it beyond the intensity of the softest whispers, even be it the lightest spark within the swirling mists of the mind, my immediate future shall evade these lines of thoughts.

To think I've actually forgotten to bring my dictionary on that day. After spending the night sending people off on the internet with reminders to bring it, I forgot the very next morning, strongly testifying for my lack of short-term memory. Was doing some last minute revision on the bus when I suddenly recalled, and panic swept into me, sending my mind into hyperdrive, instantly thinking of ways that I might be able to procure one. I even thought of going back to my alma mater to beg for one. Took me some time to sort my thoughts into order, and by then I've nearly half a dozen methods readied, each preceding one to take the previous idea's place if it failed. Went to sleep then, no point excogitating over something that isn't much of a worry already, needed to keep my mind clear.

Went out with the rest of the class next, as usual, mainly the first intake outing. I can't bring myself to use the words "class outing" anymore, it stabs deep, reminding me of the rest of them all, also bringing back the memories of the old class, where the minority didn't seem to matter so much. It just seems ... so different now.

Anyway, ended at City Hall, went to this food court at the 3rd floor, of which name I've forgotten. Why not at the Water Court then, I wondered outloud.

"Because we want food from the food court, not water in the Water court," Dobson, founder of 20 ohms theory, replied sagely, with his characteristic grin of all-knowingness.

As usual, the group stalled, discussing where to go. Leg injury of one of the members (Names have been withheld to protect my safety :P) hampered the speed and the choice of locations. Was so uncertain of our next destination, we just moped around the same place, until even the donation-seekers flocked to us like hungry vultures. Managed to drag everyone to put in a few cents worth, and got this nice magnetic drawing board, you know, those for kids to draw and doodle and erasable with the magnetic strip below. Didn't really want it, but under the insistence of everyone and that it'd be my birthday gift, I had to keep it. No one would know then, of the important role it was to play much later into the day.

Finally managed to get everyone to agree to go to East Coast, but further problems surfaced. For the bus stop was miles away, and there's much difficulty for the one with the leg injury. More stoppings and indecision for destination, with voices raised extra notches high. All finally decided to go to Lot 1, where pool and karaoke awaits. Although I certainly had no large role to play, I did sense scrutinising eyes, I do feel what they're trying to say through their eyes, though I've no real idea why and how so. Perhaps like what Yunching said long ago, I'm like a poorly calibrated oversensitive sensor, non-directional at that, and having it flap about loosely, picking up everything, whether correctly interpreted or not. Perhaps I do need a few screws tweaked.

We just played with the drawing board on the long journey there, doodling this and that. Highly amusing, and saved much of our sanity on the way there, perhaps there's some right for me to have taken it in the first place. Reached there at last, and some went singing, some went pooling. I belong to neither, having no real interest in watching balls roll into holes, nor let my vocal cords vibrate in any way. Someone then suggested changing my look, getting me new clothes and hair style and stuff like that, for my birthday. And so these few bored souls set off.

After much walking, changing into much clothes, they finally chanced upon some clothes they liked ("it is funky!", one proclaimed). Err ok, although it did look semi-transparent and has this little flower pattern decorating the left side of the shirt, it's ... ok, and their choice. Went for the gel next, after deciding it wasn't worth spending $22 on hair. They spent nearly 15 minutes trying to get my hair into their idea of a perfect look. Initially we did it in some deserted corridors, with only this security guard glancing furtively at me when he passed and breaking out into a rather large grin, flashing his pearlies. With some final touch ups, they stood back to glance at their handiwork, hands akimbo, eyes darting up and down in appraisal. Feels kind of uncomfortable.

"Hmm, he still looks almost the same?", pondered Grace. The rest looked askance at me, to each others, and just laughed a lot more.

Finally, I was told to look "sei" somehow, before they showed their hard work to the rest. Opened mouths, shocked faces seemed to signal their success at transforming me - for good, for worse, I don't really know. Though there were several disappointed faces, indicating that they've expected much more change.

After that, I allowed them to play with my hair a little more. Tai An first brandished my comb, and started combing his hair style. Sad to say, his efforts were shot down, for even long before completion, there was enough signals of clear disapproval. Melvin and Lennon then continued to massacre my hair, eventually they hit on something that they liked.

"Ahh! That's the effect we wanted on you!" Their triumphant look shadowed the doubts that crossed my eyes as I peered into the mirror. That person in the mirror looks much like the same, other than with hair much much messier than normal. Even so, I nodded - or tried to prevent my head from shaking.

Nothing much happened after that. Dobson was forced under threats of flowing gel and other fearful torture devices they could think of, but he stuck to his guns and refused to let them experiment with his hair.

Went to the library next, managed to borrow enough books to keep me happy for the next week. Was so tempted by another book that I had to use my sister's card to borrow it.

The actual birth day was slightly more boring, paling in comparison to the fun the day before. Just ended up at my grandmother's house, for my aunt has promised me a nice cake, whee. Ate comparatively a lot more meat at dinner over there, for there wasn't much vegetables at all. Hmm, almost what would have been spread over the course of the week was taken in in one meal. Cakes were cut, photos taken, songs sung. And that's about all, nothing much spectacular. Even almost fell asleep on the couch.

One day after my birthday, and I was really pleasantly surprised with what my friends at BH did for my birthday. Another cake, chocolate this time, whee!, and a nice bag from them. Went to visit with them another member who've unfortunately met with an accident, spent some time there chatting, listening to music and playing with the balloons. Haha. Nice gifts, we all took turns to take the balloons given out free, and placed them into a bunch.

Didn't have a chance to use the laptop and possibly blog too, for it was too crowded, and I don't like much attention on my screen. Ended up reading my book, and darn, I originally intended to read it slowly, perhaps finishing it by tomorrow, my eyes didn't cooperate well though, and I was sadly forced to finish it. Usually try to savour the nicer books by reading through them carefully, sigh.

Nothing like a few new words a day to keep SAT scores rising :)

Excogitate: reflect deeply on a subject (reflect; contemplate; ruminate; ponder)

Saw this on someone's shirt when I was going home: "Worrying is the misuse of imagination"
Nice, isn't it.

Don't know why, can't be bothered to even change the design of this old old page. So old, it's collecting cyberdust, and I'm sure some less than savoury netizens are going to spread their silken webs over my page soon, engulfing it, drawing it into the abyss of the webyard...

Ok, I'm bored. Its not that I've yet to update my blog, just that it's not made its debut into my page, yet. Still lying amongst the billions of bits of magnetic medium in the other computer, spent more than one hour yesterday on the bed with the laptop just typing. It seems quite long, don't know, think I'd post it later.

Happy birthday to me, Happy birthday to me!

Ooh chinese tomorrow. Hope I don't screw up, whee.

Come think about it, I guess it's almost the last time I'd have chinese lessons. Gladness tinged with a lil' nostalgia, like how every chinese teacher who came across me always ended up having to give me extra lessons, lol. At least the few lessons were spent rather enthusiastically, even to the point of me chasing after my chinese teacher two days in a row to get articles to read, past year papers to do, etc.

Feeling a little sick now, hope it'd be all better tomorrow, whee. And I'm still busy thinking how do I bring my laptop to the beach tomorrow without causing harm to it O_o

Ok, am too awake to fall asleep on the bus today, having slept like 11 hours yesterday. Even so, was rather reluctant to wake early today, didn't really want to go so early on the last day of school, whatever the screwed logic is. Turned out to be quite a rush, as I had to run 6 flight of stairs to get my badge, which I've left on my desk - turning up for last day of school without a badge seems rather ... well. Can't find a suitable word.

Principal's address. Ok, so it's a little comforting to know that we aren't exactly the worst batch in HC history (perhaps 2nd last? - we don't know) Sigh, look at the number of As for maths, guess it wouldn't be easy for my appeal to get through. Actually just the usual stuff, and the usual talks to push us on for next year, encouragement? And ain't the J1s lucky, they have an entire week dedicated to orientation - though the first week for us is also quite fun, completely devoid of lessons with only several lectures dotting our time table, allowing us to run wild in the school, whee. The ex-vice principal seems like such a nice guy, hmm pity our class didn't have a chance to have him entertain take over our unused lesson slots, and wow he has like such a good memory!

Break next. Ran to the staff room to find my chinese teacher looking rather flustered, trying to find me before she goes for her staff meeting. Guess that's a bit more additional reading matter for me to touch up on my chinese...

Oh lol. For those with laptop-like keyboards, try typing 'screwed' with one finger :) You can practically type that word by sliding your finger around those keys.

Had a wild photo taking session during and after CT. CT was like a period with much paper-plane throwing and photo-taking going on, which continued downstairs with more varying poses. And ooo, I've got my first second birthday gift in my life! Thanks Grace and Xiaonan! Haha, almost forgot that I actually got one gift before, from Ningyi, which was a nice desk clock, still on my desk, but no longer a clock, it's minute hand wouldn't turn. Paper-weight, perhaps?

Ooh lovely time to board 74, the entire upper deck is empty except me, and a few other lone souls :) Rather fine weather too, almost raining, yet not so, nice and windy, whee!

Student's forum isn't really very helpful, actually. I believe if the school really wants us students to put forth our views we shouldn't be doing it at the end of the year, but rather through an on-going process. It seems to me just the time that the school admin can debunk all myths spreading amongst students for once, giving the school a nicer image, perhaps. Hmm, at least it was rather interesting, with one student giving a really long rant on the lack of funds given to CCAs, humour included, yet rather unfitting. Waste of time, given that 1 hour or so I could have found other ways to better waste it :P

Urgh. Now the weather's not so good anymore, raindrops are beginning. Drat.

Went to KAP for lunch next, ooo the muffin's really nice, and quite filling for it's price :) A pity though, wanted to buy the honey-glazed steak from cold storage. And darn, I don't know how I managed to drop a 10 dollar note. Seriously hope it's left lying at home, and not in someone else's pockets.

Was supposed to have CLAO next, but unfortunately, we have an unprecedented case of our chinese teacher skipping the class instead. To add on to the trouble, she wasn't sitting at her usual seat, and I couldn't find her when I went for the first time. Found her the next time, after whatever is left of the class gave up and went home. Managed to procure lots of test papers for CLAO from her though, which saved me a trip to the library to photocopy. I still ended up in the library anyway, hoping to find the answer scheme, which was lacking.

Urgh. Mr Choe wouldn't be taking my reading period class next year, it'd be up to the school's discretion whether to give us this similar class in J2. ("Haha, missed me already? - Choe")

Now that most of the bus windows are closed, it sure is getting a little hot. Sigh. My laps are burning from the contact with the laptop. Perhaps I should have went home early instead of working on the CenTaD project at the class bench. Actually I would have, if I hadn't forgot to turn on the charger and let my battery drain, causing me to wait until my battery is more or less fully charged before leaving. Dark clouds have already obscured the sky by then, to think I could say, "Hmm, nice weather." Hope the weather will turn for the better soon, I'd be stuck if not.

Hmm, lazy pig I've become after the promos, slept straight from 7pm to 6am.

Big O's in 6 hours time! :) Haha, no, I'm not re-taking the O levels, it just reminds me of yesteryears, when we were the ones staring at our books furtively in bed past midnight. Time and time again it has been proven that most students panic and rush to study, cramming as much as possible into their cranium.

The others, you might wonder? Yep, they're asleep :Þ

To all out there, taking their exams tomorrow, good luck! And if you even happen to be reading this, go sleep! :P

Spent the whole afternoon just sifting through one box of old notes, it's amazing how much can one accumulate after several years of piling. Like a trip down memory lane, I found my secondary school orientation stuff, progress (or the lack of it) reports, rather discouraging feedbacks from teachers whom have tried to make it encouraging but failed badly. Sigh, looking through 4 years in a day just makes feel a little maudlin, hmm keeps reminding me how I squandered time away like water.

And whee! No more humanities, the bane of my report cards! Uncovered one entire box of history notes, only for two years, and it's already overflowing. Somehow I just can't bring myself to drop all that bunch of yellowed paper away, sigh. It's like tearing off pieces of memories that bind the fragments of the past together, somehow.

Darn. Have this ear-splitting headache now, everytime I shake my head or something it hurts like somethings crushing my skull. Urgh, I hope this is not due to my excessive usage of computers. Perhaps it's the lack of sleep, and I'd gladly welcome the solution. Wonder if pain is contagious, only started having this throbbing headache when I saw a friend who've met with a car accident and is currently in hospital recuperating. Nah. But a good sleep sure has helped clear it up.

Ooo is it me or am I receiving less spam in my mailbox?

Hmm I thought I had much to blog when I turned on my computer, but suddenly flighty thoughts seem to evade my capture.

Arrived in school for assembly though there aren't anything on until 10am. Ended up playing Bridge in that period of time, was actually thinking of writing my code for my sound analysis, which I ain't having much luck with, but hmm this machine ended up being a useful jukebox entertaining us during the card sessions. (Shh, we aren't supposed to be playing card games in school, but I'd quote this straight out from The Matrix - "Some rules can be bent; others can be broken"

Went to watch the Science Quiz next (come thing about it, they had this rather 'unique advertisment' in morning assembly), and our faculty was actually leading at first. Incidentally, the only two person representing our faculty came from our class. However, we didn't have much luck in the buzzer round, and hence dropped all the way to the third position, even having to go for a tie-breaker question before we finally were saved from bearing the disgrace of falling from first to fourth. It's a nice case of one shooting himself in the foot, especially when the other team answered the tie-breaker question - wrongly.

Was supposed to go to Coronation next for lunch, but we ended up deciding there isn't enough time for us to eat, and hence we all ate at the canteen. Didn't really eat much, as we were intending to eat after the Fac Dance session is over. Wasted quite a bit of time, and arrived late for the S paper briefing, missed out the most important part, for those with only one S paper and are appealing for two subjects. Surprisingly, it only lasted 25 minutes, so we had plenty of time to change to immediately join in the S6 faculty dance session. We were kind of expecting a large group to turn up, but laziness (them, not us :P), time factors and other correlated events caused a rather disappointing turn up rate. With some additional effort from the Fac Com members, perhaps 10+ more S6ers joined in. Indeed, quite a pity.

Went to Coronation next, was really shocked by how much I spent there today. Spent 7.60 all together, nearly two days' worth of lunch money. Hehe, guilt sure sets in after hunger & thirst leaves.

9.59am
Am currently on the bus now. Hmm, I guess blogging on the bus seems to be rather interesting experience. Guess at least I'd have more time to throw at blogging. Ok, at least until I finetune the laptop to use minimal power so I'd have more time to waste on this computer.

There hasn't been much to blog about actually nowadays, life's getting much more boring with out anything to do, and I guess I have wasted quite a lot of time playing games and all that, instead of doing proper stuff. My eyes are having some sort of problems now, being unable to stare at the screen for a period of time without hurting badly. At least when I'm blogging I don't really need to look at the screen nor the keyboard, allowing my eyes to roam the scenery, taking in more of the greenery in our city. It has also been said green is the most easy colour for eyes to perceive, and hence allows our eyes to relax more. Interesting theory, but I guess it has to be so, with the eye mechanisms evolving through the ages, and green is certainly the most predominant colou in the natural world, before humans came in and decided everything will be better with shades of gray and other drape colours that make up much of our cityscape.

Haha, ok in case you all are wondering how did I get the money to grab this laptop, I didn't buy it :P It's rather a kind loan from our teacher in charge for CenTaD, and it's supposed for us to do our project without being tied down to the project room. Guess it's uses are much more varied that what the teacher originally had in mind for us.

Battery's going down the drain as I'm doing this, but hmm, it doesn't seem to be using much, a few percentages for the past few minutes. Word processing and music shouldn't be using up to much power right.

Hehe, and we've been learning the S6 Faculty (sp?) dance for the past few days, and it's quite fun indeed. Also, seldom would you see such enthusiasm for these kind of activities.

And I love this keyboard, whee! Rather silent, and it allows me to type with much ease, somehow it seems easier to use than my keyboard at home. The only complain I've with this keyboard is it's missing Windows key, which has certainly brought much inconvienence (sp?) to the using of this computer. (urgh. must remember to install WordNet here)

Erm, haha. Tongue-tied again, rather, finger-tied, just don't know what to write. Other than knowing today'd be yet another tiring day, reaching home at 11pm yet again. Perhaps I'd be well entertained by my laptop when I'm on the bus trip home again.

Ok, think my school is rather nearby already, better start packing, haha.

And think I better start revising for my CLAO examination. I surely didn't pay the money so I could hope for a miracle :P

And now I've been told by a friend that the list of people eligible for S papers have been revealed. I didn't dare to look at the list, I'm barely scrapping the corners of the floor with my results, and don't think I can make it. I didn't dare to too, for I really daren't see who got their S papers. To think it's just because I screwed up my maths. (I know, I'm escaping from reality - not the first time either) Sigh. Something tells me I'd have a chance if I had fought for it in the first place, for I've been scrapping and fighting for the past 10 years of my live, and somehow I usually got into what I wanted. Guess it's different this time, luck it seems has ran for out for me. But I'd get used to it, I know, I will

I think I'd find out soon. A friend has ran up to check his own results. Keep me in ignorance just for a little while more, wouldn't you?

Wonders of laptop, realtime blogging :(

And now, I'm sitting in coronation, bubble tea in one hand. Erm well, it wasn't really that bad, I thought I wasn't able to do anything about the S papers but now I know I can appeal for the 2nd subject, whee. Even if everything doesn't go well, I guess I'd still have one S paper to take next year, perhaps one less to drop too just in case I screw up Block Test 1.

Urgh. Better go. Someone's smoking next to me, and I guess I better not stay here for long. *choke* *cough*