My laptop is fried. It's cooling fan-thingie malfunctioned. Am using my Dad's laptop right now and I can't read a single freaking system message. My Dad has this annoying software that converts English to Mandarin. So here I am, sitting in front of his laptop trying very very hard to figure out the damn chinese words. I swear my father is not sending my laptop for repair for the sole purpose of forcing me to read Mandarin.
Oh and i found out that Yongmei's back. Which is great. (((=



My Mother Tongue teacher is hilarious. She has incredibly poor taste. Her choice of dresses, skirts and blouses beat Pat Lau's flat, and her hair resembles that of a bird's nest. What's more, she acts (and looks) a lot like Hsu-Chun-Mei. But i kinda like her, even though her Mandarin is oh-so cheemnologised. She's kinda cool too, revealing her age and admitting that she's more than half a century old, terming herself as "half-an-antique". Oh, her English is rather good too. She managed to get the attention of the 4e4/4e6 class. Kudos to her. Heck, i even remembered one of her cheem phrases. But i don't think she'll allow me bring my composition home to finish =((( Oh wells, she's cool anyway.


After my first Math lesson with Mrs Heng, I have realised that my face is waaay too expressive.
The first lesson was on Differentiation. She gave us notes and wasted 5minutes talking about Isaac Newton and some other guy with the name Leibniz and about the petty dispute that their supporters had with each other due to some inane calculus theory. Then she went on to talk about tangents, emphasising repeatedly that the phrase had to be 'Tangent to the curve', and our tenses had to be correct. After babbling some more stuff, she was only left with ten minutes to teach Differentiation. Efficient, no? Oh and she has a knack of making things so much more complex than they actually are. She was doing the whole limits thing and all, and i had no idea whatsoever as to what she was babbling about. Went back to read the textbook and understood everything perfectly. No wonder i didn't understand in class. You tell me, right hand side of the equation how can suddenly divide by (dx) without showing the same on the left hand side of the equation? No wonder in I so blur lah.
Yes, Math makes me speak Singlish.
Anyhoo, back to my over-zealous facial muscles.
Was spotted by Mrs Heng as being 'uncomfortable' with Differentiation. Jasmine told me after that, that my the expression on my face when i didn't understand the lesson was incredibly obvious. OhMyGawd, first lesson leh. You tell me how I'll survive the rest of the year. YOU TELL ME HOW??!!
But seriously, Mrs Heng is quite a good teacher...During remedials anyway. In class, she's like a machine gun, words spitting out so quickly that my brain doesn't even have time to absorb the information.
]Note to self: Arrange myself a botoxing session before every Math lesson.



Was reading the book which Swiss Cottage publishes annually to showcase students essays and artwork. As expected, i only read the English essays. There is a reason why Biology students are in Bio class -for the simple fact that they cannot write great essays. Reading their essays (well not all, but most of them) are akin to reading reports. Repetitive and monotonous. The use of connective phrases hardly vary, and they don't have that certain feel which makes you think 'Great gosh! This essay is beautiful!'. Well, i guess that's why Bio students are in Bio class.
*Suddenly thinks: OMG. Aren't I from a Bio class?!



Oh i think weizhe shall one day have a fit while trying to make us play zhanma. We had to practice it today, and it was so not-together that he asked a few of us up to the front to listen to how we sounded. And truthfully, it was rather messy.
OhMyGawd, there're just 3months to the concert.