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quick update:

*James is in progress of defrosting his brain*

I'm doomed for maths

Attended the first maths preparatory class yesterday.

Turned out much worse than expected.. what is supposed to be a "Refresher" course all seemed alien to me. My pursue towards a degree in 3 years is turning bleak..

LOST HANDPHONE ~!~!~!

*speechless*

Rewind

If you realised, the frequency of me updating this blog is comparable to that of a snail's movement. But on the contrary, the enthusiasm has not faded a single bit - as proven in my latest post which garnered such overwhelming response. Kudos to you my dear readers.

Here's a summary of whats been going on around me..

Yesterday was disastrous. I attempted my first essay (t be graded) in a span of 6 years (4 years in poly + 2 years n army). Blogging and filing WITS report in army not included. As expected. The handwriting was horrible, there were tonnes of cancellations, made me realize how much Iv taken for granted that "<- backspace" key all along.

Night before was spent at holland v - essential brew. Nothing much except for lotsa yakking and gossiping. Everyone seemed pretty fascinated with CLUBBING, photo whoring and pairing up couples. It all seemed like my life has suddenly skipped a few years back in time. But one thing's for certain, hanging out with these 19-20 year old has made me feel younger.

Tues night was spent in Timbre with the good company of Dan. There was supposed to be a Third but was turned down last minute due to well.. "uncomfortable" reasons. Oh well, as the saying goes - some things in life you can't have it all. Much of the evening was spent reminiscing the "good" times in Army. The endless canteen breaks, the dead boring nights spent prowling and guarding the gates, the star studded night in wallaby, the bumpy rides on tonner, the constant nagging and orders from our superiors, the morning mass runs along bt batok estate .. etc etc

Memorable and fascinating as the army days may be, I will have to accept the fact that such chapter in life is truly over. As someone once advised " Do move on, but let the memories not fade".

after "camp" review

As you can see, there really ain't much to complain much bout the company.. perhaps just a tad too large, as a result several clicks r formed and the quieter ones r left out. What you see here are just the female seniors (and I can barely remember half their names !) .. multiply that by FIVE gives you a rough estimate of our "strength"

On a whole, I believe most were disappointed with the camp activities due to, perhaps inadequate planning and lack of creativity. On the hindsight, I must have been the luckiest guy in the entire camp, for my SP( secret partner) more than made up for all the shortcomings.

Will be outta action till saturday , that'll probably include the whole of sunday to rest.

Time to put up with those endless games and cheering

Time to put on a masquerade

Time to put the past behind
..

P.S: Erdinger rules

An eventful evening

This evening, I found myself back in an unfamiliar territory for a play, staged by SMU's theatrical production house - Stageit! .. titled Lao Jiu aka 9th born. Performance was staged at Jubilee Hall on the 3rd floor of Raffles Hotel, as you can tell from the location itself the place looks grand and exudes of old colonial furnishings.

The play sets itself in the 80s describing a boy, the only son amongst his 8 elder sisters who gets an a rare opportunity to score for a scholarship. He undertakes pressure from every member of his family (total of 18) to bring "pride and glory" to the family name since paper qualifications is perceived to bring in wealth and success.. even till modern day

However his true passion lies in puppetry, a hobby he inherited from his dad's pal. Sad to speak, traditional art and culture is a dying fad and one can barely earn a living out of, as such, lao jiu found himself torn between societal conformity and his passion for puppetry.

A particular highlight came in the part when he described those who abide by the social norm to focus and excel only in paper qualifications as puppets manipulated by the society - to study , to graduate as society's elite workhorse.

The dilemma faced by Lao Jiu seems so true and evident in each and everyone of us, be it a student blindly aiming for that straight set of 'A's .. or one who has ventured into working society, dreadful of the repetitive and mundane kind of lifestyle.

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Its swedish, but born in china...Allak is her name

One night in Bangkok and the world's your oyster
The bars are temples but the pearls ain't free
You'll find a god in every golden cloister
A little flesh, a little history
I can feel an angel sliding up to me

One night in Bangkok makes a hard man humble
Not much between despair and ecstasy
One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble
Can't be too careful with your company
I can feel the devil walking next to me