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My sister finally came back from Spain after being delayed for 12 hours with "technical difficulties"... By all accounts, supporters of Spanish soccer sound remarkably like VJ supporters... Decked out in yellow and red, and cheering "Viva Espania" or whatever...

I wonder why the quality of life in other countries always seem so good compared to Singapore... I mean, people actually have time to be laid back, really really stop and smell the roses, rather us who more or less walk past quickly taking sniffs of the lalang or some other Singaporean plant..

People get to enjoy life, and their holidays are really like what they describe in your average Famous Five or any other Enid Blyton book... School is stressful yes, but hols are hols are hols!!!! And there you don't need to make your living by doing your A-levels and getting a university degree! There are thousands of vocations there... Things that Singaporeans wouldn't think of such as "Cheese making" or "Chipper-of-the-stones-off-George-Washington's-face-on-Mount-Rushmore" but noooo... here there's only one route: Through the universities....

And to boot, they don't take 4 A-levels... (Yes, I go on about it quite a bit)

They have time to BREATHE! We're just hoping from one exam to another... CT1... Mug for CT2... CT2... Mug for prelims (which eclipses our National Day hols to boot) and on it goes... And after A-levels, there's barely a month before we go into NS (for the guys).. Like WHAT!!?!?

The only thing that I can say for Singapore that prevents me from pursuing a career overseas (and probably eventual migration), is that here, genetics count for nothing. That is, all races are equal here, whereas in some other country you might well be discriminated against... Well, you can't win everything I guess...

But in my course of intellectual pursuit last night (or rather, at 2 am yesterday), I discovered that STRESS IS AS GREAT A FACTOR FOR CAUSING HEART ATTACK AS HYPERTENSION!!! in an issue of Readers' Digest.

Well, the bottom line is, I think I'm worried about CT2... there's really a lot a lot to do, esp for Phy.. And we (the fencers) have to do well, cos I can bet my epee Mrs CYL will not let us miss school for our tournament if we don't! Typical.. the week before one's tournament, one's teacher should be psyching the team up. She spent the week before January psyching the team DOWN. But let's not go there....

Anyway, on a happier note, I found the 'keeper gloves which Jasmin's squad gave me during farewell '04... They were inside my father's bicycle helmet, which hasn't been used since I was 5 or something... They could have been there till I ORD-ed!!!

Not that I use them much cos they're a wee bit too big for me, and also because of the extreme rarity of me playing soccer... Fencing, badminton or table tennis is preferable, though not by much, and I also don't get to play much anyway... or maybe I'm just sensitive that they don't fit as well as my fencing glove... Anyway I need to put them somewhere I can remember...

But that said, gloves would have been nice during the Youth Group game with the church people on tuesday... We were doing penalties, and when I stopped Shawn's shot it felt as though the impact had shortened my radius and ulna...

Random comment: I'm not the only fencer who's way of playing badminton has been commented on by classmates... See! It affects us all! Hahah..

Well, I shall wrap up now.. goodnight all!