Trilogy

There's Bio, Chem and Physics papers tomorrow. The mother of all killer days decides to come forth on the penulimate day of the exams. The last papers happen to be Chinese Papers 1 and 2, which is not that encouraging either.

So after waking up at 11.30am, studying, sleeping, gong for dinner, coming back only to fall asleep and wake up at 9.30pm, I finally feel that I've gone through my notes sufficiently to get a decent grade (meaning nothing less than an A). I have high expectations - both of myself and of others.

Yesterday was just a terrible day, save the fact that I managed to borrow 3 books in the midst of my exams - This I Believe (Fuentes), Discworld (Pratchett) and The Ground Beneath Her Feet (Rushdie). Don't know the authors? I didn't expect so. And Sam, yes I know you have rows and shelves of Pratchett! And the books were extremely bulky, which resulted in a very fat Deuter bag on my back. I'm at present 1/6 through This I Believe. I wonder if I'm able to finish the trilogy of borrowed material in two weeks.

Church is full of surprises, honestly. I walk into the Red Rooms for combined cell, and I'm told to lead gel. Given my 5 minutes of thought-preparation, I somehow managed to turn the most dull of games (dog-and-bone, like what the...) into an enjoyable game in the midst of everyone's exams. Bronson, get out! You're not everyone. You're invisible, so don't tell me SJI ended their exams last week.

The McDonald's experience involving a certain no-brainer named Justin Lu resulted in me realising (only now, sadly) that people with the intellect, maturity, and sensibility of a walnut are responsible for gang-fights in Singapore. Really. He apparently got pissed off just because some unknown person looked at him or goodness knows what. He proceeds to call his 'gang' with the following conversation over the phone.

"Eh brother! You know ah, just now some idiot, he stare at me you know! You all can come down now anot? Bring one lorry all come down. Beat him up ah! ... ..."

I swear if I had spiked my drink more I might have just resorted to physical violence. But as near-perfect creatures like myself are clearly juxtaposed in this scenario, I merely hurled a barrage of verbal gas-grenades at him, confusing the already poor tormented soul, before telling Kah Fei what was going on.

Got home at 11.30pm because dearest Nicholas Ng had to eat 3 McChickens to celebrate the end of his promos. Sheesh. And from the phone call with Dawn, I realised that girls are actually somehow observant. I mean, they observe things other than guys. (Keep your eyes off me.) They observe other girls! How intriguing. I have no idea what for. But yeah, she kind of confirmed my suspicions. So it takes the total tally up to...0 < x < 8. That's the range. Go figure.

Why I'm so popular I have no idea. I don't publicly flaunt my radiance in front of everyone so they notice me. They just do I guess?

And it's not something I like honestly. It gives me yet another headache trying to figure things out. There are certain things that you cannot do once you possess that knowledge, if you get my drift.

I must clarify, this post was not meant to promote my popularity, as much as I am loved.

My availability status shall not be revealed. I'm not that insecure to tell everyone I'm single and looking. If I had to, I'd say single and waiting to be looked up. So yeah.