I've been getting strange dreams of late. Even during my afternoon nap yesterday. A really wierd combination of people from different aspects of my life, it just seems so queer. And at some points, seemingly real. Issues that I've been weighed down by at the back of my mind. And other extremely random stuff. All bits and pieces here and there thrust into this mosaic of a dream.

Ah, mugging-induced trauma probably.

It'd be back to Crescent for Sec sch comfort food this Fri (read: last paper!) with the girls, and I'm quite looking forward. Finally, finally.

I can't help but keep thinking of the plaster, and how I should have handed in the second one which I had carved instead of the first one which measured 2cm instead of the required 2.3cm. And how my wires were not flat but uneven and didn't follow the required shapes exactly. It didnt help that the guy opposite me was damn pro in twisting and bending the wires and kept looking over at me. SIGH. I feel so terrible. The only thing I felt ok abt was the plasticine mould of the acrylic tooth, which ironically, was what had worried me the most initially.

There goes my opportunity. And it really upsets me.

It isnt only the dex test, but other stuff as well. Everything. The 1101 paper which didnt go well, the amount to study for the remaining two papers, and last few lectures from 1102 which I prob wouldnt undertand even after reading the notes. Everything's just building up and make me feel terrible. I've probably nv felt more miserable.

#%*$%@!

And so what I studied didnt come out. Stuff that I chose to skip cos they werent of any importance (or so we thought. then again, maybe its only me) were tested.

#$%$@!

This feeling is uttterly disgusting, and I dun feel good about this paper. Totally. I feel so cheated having spent qt a bit of time on this module, I havent even touched on my other modules yet.

I realised after every paper, well at least so far, we'd head to subway (conveniently located opp the exam halls) to eat. Talk about comfort food.
Today after my paper it was subway, with an old chang kee curry puff, sardine puff, 1 sotong ball, 1 crab wrap stick, 1 chicken wrap stick, and a a box of tantalising beard papa cream puff awaits me in the fridge.

Soon I'd be this ball of adipose. Comfort food indeed.

Which reminds me of the Beta-oxidation pathway which would then take place.

Fatty acids (contributed by the old chang kee and cream puffs) + Conenzyme A to give Acyl-CoA which is converted to Enoyl-CoA by Acyl-CoA Dehydrogenase, after which Enoyl-CoA would be converted to L,Beta-Hydroxylacyl-CoA by Enoyl-CoA hydrase. L,Beta-Hydroxylacy-CoA would then be changed to alpha-ketoacyl-CoA with the aid of L,Beta-Hydoxylacyl Dehydrogenase. Finally, alpha-ketoacyl-CoA is converted to acetyl-CoA and acyl-CoA by thiolase.

All these, I memorised for nothing, not forgetting the other even more complex cycles. How I wished they'd test me on the pathways. Wasted. Study for nothing.

@#!*@#

The dexterity test is next week, the interview the week after next, both in the midst of the final examinations.

And I know the odds of getting through is gonna be so damn tough, but I dun wanna screw it up.

My first paper starts tomorrow.
And yes, its a boring entry.
Cos there really isnt anything exciting.
I'm just updating cos upon CHIANKAIHONG'S request.






I'll just go for it and see how things go. At least its an experience.

I finally met up with Pet Lai yesterday, tho it was for a pathetic 15 mins hahaha. Yes Pet, come June/July I'll be seeing u again for dinner, with Amanda!

My life has been, well, pretty unexciting lately, not as if it has always been very interesting or exciting, but now that it only revolves round books and lecture notes, I can't see how enthralling it is. Its b-o-r-i-n-g.

Its insipid, its monotonous, its dull. Ah, exams.

Lets wait till the exams are over.

To peek beyond those reflective windows
Those of your soul, the doors to your mind
Strangely real, so unbelievably close
For once no longer a solitary rose

Yes, that familiarity, that intimacy
Yet distant all this while, what an irony
Oh try as you may, Oh try as you might
Only the night is real, gone with the first light

But you know its not just that rose
The champagne shall show

Happy Easter to all out there! In advance.
It was church yesterday for Good Friday mass where we got, sigh, a parking fine.

Ally! You should be glad ur fine is a good 6 times less so cheer up babe!

After church it was off to ShengShiong to get oyster since my Dad had the sudden urge to do oyster omlette otherwise known as orjian, for the clueless. Which turned out, unfortunately, wierd. Newton orjian anytime please! But hey my Dad does deserve some credit doesnt he? Now u shld noe why a packet of freah raw oysters cost only $4.50, while a packet of Newton orjian costs $5.

And I've discovered a new place to get those semi-sweet chocolates at a damn cheap price!

I miss those babes so much. LETS HANG OUT SOON!

Hello World!!
I've tests coming up yet I've been youtubing too much.
I'm sucha sucker for oldies and all 70s/80s/90s music/love songs (dont laugh pls!)
Here's one from way back in 1977, awesome, may I say.
Baby come back.

Sigh, dun ask me why I cut my fringer. Despite many comments that it doesnt look much different, I still kinda miss having my fringe longer. sigh sigh sigh. Anyway, Pics from last Fri (the day Chian made me wait for a million years haha).