Wednesday, September 25, 2013

I cannot believe some people have the audacity to just copy and paste sentences and call the section done.

What group projects do is to make you realise who you would not want to work with for the next one. Until then, you just have to suck it up.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Christopher Guo,

Please focus and get your priorities right.

Ugh, this e-learning week is not helping.

Sunday, September 8, 2013

甄嬛传 has reiterated this lesson:

有时候不争,比能争会争之人有福多了。

That is something I aspire to live by, but may be impossible to do all the time in this competitive world.

Nonetheless, 

再冷,也不该拿别人的血来暖自己。

And this is why I can never ever be a super-villain. 

Sunday, August 18, 2013

My imaginations oscillate wildly between 2 states:

A) A lowly concubine that is trapped in a power struggle between others and has to fend off the schemes and ploys of others to survive. Yearns only for happiness and is unconcerned with wealth and power.

B) Alone, in a high and mighty position that is assumed only through vicious tactics and trampling on the backs of others.

Conclusion: I watch too many palace dramas for my own good.


Tuesday, August 13, 2013

My favourite part about laboratory lessons: donning a lab coat.

Thursday, August 1, 2013

I ought to do a compendium of all the funny answers I've observed given by primary school kids during my stint at the tuition centre. Sadly I've forgotten most of them after immersing myself in the world of Skyrim these few days.

Here's what I can remember:

Cactus have flashy stems to store water.
(I presume this species of cactus can only be found in a desert-themed nightclub.)

Camels have broad, flat hooves to prevent them from sunburning in the sand.
(Good to know that camels have evolved that their legs provide ample UV protection.)

Unicellular organisms reproduce by carbon dioxide.
(No comments.)

Birds have a slimelined body to reduce air resistance.
(That kid must really have a bad impression of birds.)

Seals have feathers to aid them in swimming.
(All birds can swim!)

Air is a poop conductor of heat.
(The kid's full of shit.)

and finally...

Male elephant seals feed one another for the right to mate with the female.





Saturday, July 20, 2013

Let me re-iterate my stance on scholarships:

I don't care anything about them except as maybe a means to get free university education and potential future employment. Yes, I'm mercenary. No, don't come talk to me about creation of value to society because I am a selfish twat. Don't ask me how I view myself in future, because I don't see a future.

It's good if you want to give it to me, I don't care if you don't. However, I will not spend time buttering people up, lying about things that I don't believe in, and be finally burdened by the moral obligation to pay back in some form or another because I don't like to owe people anything. Getting a scholarship won't make me jump with joy.

Why should I even care when everything feels so fleeting to a habitually-depressed person? I will just do things which ever way I like, as long as I feel happy about it, even if only for a short while. It's a surefire way to destruction, but I know I'm a messed up person, and I don't need anyone's confirmation about that. No time to regret about lost opportunities and whatsoever. I don't aspire to be an achiever. I'm always going to live for some people, not myself, because I myself have no inherent value and am insignificant in the grand scheme of things. No matter how kind I strive to be, I am beyond redemption. People should be content with the fact that I managed to survive, expect no more, and just leave it as that.

If everyone in this world that I live for just turn against me, I will just take out all my savings, go travel and take in the beauty of the world, die in a suitable place and be one with nature. I have no qualms about that. As you can see, I am quite desensitised to the notion of just offing myself. Screw Singapore for making it so hard to die without much effort.

Just let me be the bitter, lonely, aloof person who is best left forgotten.

P.S. This is not a cry for help, I will go seek treatment if I feel like a piece of turd.