Today brought my Ah Ma to NUH for acupuncture. During the 45-minute wait, as I listen to Fuck You again and again, this old man suddenly talks to me.
"Eh you so young already here for back problems arh?"
After I convince him that I'm not here for health problems, he launches into a 10-minute narrative about how fit he is. About how he still has jet-black hair (and a head full of it, no less), about how he is so full of energy that he can stand on one legs (which he proceedes to demonstrate) and how he has absolutely no health problems save his aching back. Then proceeds to lecture me about not drinking tea, not drinking coffee and not smoking.
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Looks like I'll have a head of white hair before I hit 50.
Today, I went to mug math.
Fuck Math Lah.
FML.
The problem with math is that understanding the concepts doesnt help. Its about applying it to specific situations. And HC tests have a habit of convoluting the question. It might be simple as applying this and that in some order, but the problem is to find out what to apply to begin with.
So no shortcut out for me. Great.
Econs - hopefully I can scrape through with superficial understanding of the various concepts and terms.
Physics - ditto.
Lit - Supposedly my best subject, and yet thus far my CA / Blocks results are all sub-C. Perhaps I shall apply Freudian analysis to every paper and craft every essay around the all mighty phallus, just like how an analsysis on Cinderalla I just read talked about slipping the phallic foot into the vaginal slipper, and how it signifies the transfer of power and BLAHBLHABLAH.
GP - Need to remember to actually plan. Vocab isn't much of a worry, and my compre marks largely depends on luck. For AQ and essay however, must remember to actually plan out the essay and not draw on various concepts of which I am assured of yet unable to prove. Take note of phallusies.
And that's about it! Thou shalt breeze through promos with ease emo as I realise that the hero of china will probably pwn me this year (again). For once I would like to not see my position indicate the amount of people in this school (within a single digit margin of error), but there's something stopping me. Called myself. I hate myself. Myself is the one thing I can't overcome.
Yea yea yea, point the finger of blame at yourself again. When are you going to stop wallowing in self-pity and start moving? Nothing will happen if you don't get off your ass and actually do something...
Right... shut up. I don't like voices in my head. Not now. Certainly not now.
