POSSIBLE SHIFT

Imma experiencing a temporary shift to LJ. We'll see how it goes.

http://emgee-emptied.livejournal.com/

In which HP's staying in!

Here, we sing the shortlived paean of the few lucky few who are neither Science nor Arts students, and therefore manage to avoid the far-reaching grasps of Chem and Lit prelims tomorrow. AND THEREFORE, ARE GOING TO SIT IN THE FLAT TOMORROW. To the other kind of non-Sci/non-Art poor saps like Moose and Leo, who have both, goodluck much. And whom I know will gladly oblige me calling them poor saps.

C'mon lets get hai.

In which there be Love on the Rocks, You'd Do Anything For A Quiet Life.

Rock out with your past-year prelim papers out.

In which HP is getting all Dalish.

I'm sitting in the 11th floor of the Lee Kong Chian reference library finishing up H3, and suddenly, shadows fall across the huge full-length glass windows next to me. And then a few hundred balloons float past. And bonk against the window. Oh, we'll all float on, all right don't worry, we'll all float on...

In which HP gonna spend another weekend hermitting in the NLB. Oh joy.

So you sailed away, into a grey sky morning.

You massive idiot.

In which HP has the ultimate way to get rid of people who slow down your mugging.

My parents are so very understanding.

After a short talk with them, they’ve allowed me to fall sick tomorrow. So I shall. And oh, since I’m sick and stuck at home, I might as well do my H3 right? What an opportune opportunity! :D

Seriously, school was beginning to own me. My eyes are permanently irritable, and my concentration level’s are slipping all over. So after tomorrow, I shall be newly reinvigorated and ready to murder the crap out of school.

As for all those irritating annoying distractions that people try to tempt you with, Rowan Atkinson in the film Johnny English provides a very simple response. Observe:

Lorna Campbell: Are you gonna go out there and save your country? Or are you going to sit in this grotty flat, and feel sorry for yourself?
Johnny English: (after much prolonged thought) I think I’ll sit in the flat.

So,
You want to go watch a movie at J8? I think I’ll sit in the flat.
You want to go jamming? I think I’ll sit in the flat.
You want go gym? I think I’ll sit in the flat.
Eat? I think I’ll sit in the flat.
Sleep? I think I’ll sit in the flat.


Can’t read mah!
Can’t read mah!
Oh I can’t read Chris Daughtry’s poker face.
Can’t read cos I illiterate mah.

In which its now stomach pain.

I've done my UCAS personal statement, after about 3 hours.

Which happens to mean nought-shit, since the personal statement doesnt cut anything if I mess up prelims, or my H3 essay, both of which are a long way from being mugged / finished.

In which head pain.

I think my Math tuition teacher is quite awesome. Thanks to him, I've managed to comprehend vectors, complex numbers and integration in 3 lessons. He's super value-for-money too, since his sessions can drag till like 3-4 hours long. He seems incredibly stressy though, he panics for us too much. I think for his sake I shall try and do decently for Prelim Math.

Freaking hell. I'm going quite mad. I reached home at 12.30am on National Day after tuition, dinner and outing.Then I checked my mail and showered. THEN, because it just seemed to be so important, I took out the mock Math paper, and started doing it. My dad woke up, saw me sitting at the dining table mathing away at 2am on a weekend, and turfed.

Wargh I think I shall go sit in the Lee Kong Chian library on Thursday night, and whittle away at H3 essay.

Ow ow ow ow me head.

In which HP wants to elevate again, whenever the elevator guys are free.

http://www.anilinkz.com/movies-and-ova/la-maison-en-petits-cubes/

Go check this out, some cute Japanese animated short feature, which won Best Animated Film at the Oscars this year. Poignant stuff.

The mugging groove is a tough one to fit into, but I'm inching in. Me needs to inch quite a bit quicker though.

In which HP contemplates the pre and the lims.

I need to wakeupgrababrushandputalittlemakeup. Also I will try to put you out of my head, no matter how U2 says you look, in the shitty old blinding light.

FOR I WILL NOT LET ALL THAT CRAMMING FOR PROMOS TO GET INTO H3 HIST, AND THE CHANCE TO GET 6 A's GO TO POT!