Tuesday, September 27

No, I didn't eat those eggs. Turns out they were rotten already, so... Yeah. Lol.

Busy week for me, got 2 quizzes, one's tomorrow morning and I'm only halfway through my notes, the other one's friday, and it's BIO. Sianz.

Oh ya, got back my Mass Balance quiz. The one I practically submitted a blank sheet for marking. Got a 9/30. Damn funny, the moderation's that high everyone gets like what, an extra 9 marks free. Lol. Ah, whatever la.

Pretty much no mood to do anything.

Posted by Isabelle at 11:15 pm

Sunday, September 18

The egg tray on top of my hostel fridge says 'best before 20/9/05' and that's in 2 days' time, means you know that the eggs been there for... quite a while. Eww. Lol.

Finally finished my formal lab report last night, so there wasn't a lot of time for me to rush back home. Anyway, I'm lazy to. What, chug my way from Boon Lay to Hougang just to chug back here the next day? Nah. Not that I don't miss home. But I'm glad I'm getting independent. Right. Or rather, becoming more allowed to be independent. Whatever.

Supposed to be studying today, but you know, what am I doing here anyway. Hehe. This one week break really eased a lot of the stress out of me. But I'm not surprised if tomorrow I jump back to school and start panicking again. Oh well.

Ah. Might as well head back to the books again.

Posted by Isabelle at 4:49 pm

Saturday, September 17

Argh. Where did the week go?!

Trapped in hall, still doing that darn lab report due on this coming tuesday. Kinda sad, gonna be alone this wkend trapped within four walls, and two pathetic slates of windows panes.

No time for maple, my friend.

Posted by Isabelle at 5:06 pm

Tuesday, September 13

Mid-term break! Finally. Time to organise myself.

It's a brand new start.

Get ready peeps.

Posted by Isabelle at 2:36 am

Saturday, September 10

I slept at 5 am this morning just to study a test (and I've NEVER done that before), woke up for the test barely only 15 minutes before it starts, flunked it, and never felt better this week.

Weird huh.

I need a break from everything.

Posted by Isabelle at 12:36 am

Friday, September 9

I'm working myself to the bone.

It's been a depressing week for me, and I don't really wanna talk about it. Met some people, heard shocking and depressing news, dreamt a lot, failing my schoolwork, meetings bombarding me one after another, I'm torn between stuff.

I can' breathe. Sometimes.

Posted by Isabelle at 3:07 am

Saturday, September 3

One of my friends just asked me a very good question today:

"Belle, is this really you that I'm looking at now?"

Oh right. I think campus life really changes you. But I'm still me, just different because I'm starting to handle things in a different way. Back in good ole JC days, ask anyone, anyone, if Isabelle Tsan ever does her tutorials, and everyone will probably give you a straight no. And I have no qualms about not doing them. What's with doing all those when you can get straight, correct answers from the board?

Fine, not that I have been doing my work recently, but AT LEAST, I'm starting to worry. Right. Like worrying will help you score an A. (If they really do, I don't mind worrying every single day of my life in varsity. Tell me if that happens k?) Oh no, pressure piles up on my shoulders. Yada-yada, I'm an adult, I should think for myself, what I wanna do in future, I should study hard, get my first-class honours, yada-yada. Yeah. I think all those nagging's starting to seep into my brain. I'm getting brain-washed. What's with all those slacking back in JC days?

Oh ya, I've been mentioning the past. JC days. Secondary school days. I'm in varsity now, my dear. Think self-study, useless lecturers that make you fall asleep the moment they start talking, tutors with funny accents you can't really catch hold of what they are saying, and tons and tons of books you need to read up on. No more spoon-feeding (although tutorials still enthusiastically give out long-winded and off-the-point answers), no more nice teacher teaching style. Yucks.

You can't just bum around, my dear. Wake up your ideas, my friend. Argh. It's time to hit the books. Or maybe just for tonight.