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I don't believe it

Here we students are, working our fingers into carpal tunnel syndrome, melting our brains under Temperature, Joule Heating, Exothermic reactions (not to mention the odd differential equation), sleeping an average of 6 hours a day (I doubt its only me) and barely have enough time to go out anymore, let alone go on a proper class outing

and yet, some nut, some incredibly free, nothing-to-do, i-have-all-the-time-in-the-world organism, presumably someone who's meant to be in Singapore's vaunted workforce actually has time to walk along orchard road taking pictures of VJ students.. well, ain't that jest too dandy... Really, the feller has seriously nothing better to do, and one does not need to go on to what one's feels about his mental state of mind... And hey, even the media doesn't go around taking pictures of potentially-volatile material covertly and then post it around overtly, so what gives this feller the right too? Though I agree that the present day is far from my sister's era (when skirts were longer and more people tucked in their PE shirts... But the latter makes sense since it cuts down on air resistance while 2.4-ing), there's something distinctly unchivalrous about this poor chap's actions...

I say the high-up-guy he went to should have said "what're you doing taking pictures! get back to work!"

And no gentleman would judge a girl by her attire so decisively and irreversibly. He must have been using some other vision to think until like that *eyeball*

Somehow, during that assembly, my mind flashed back to all the Uniform Inspections in St. John (goodness knows why... cos it didn't concern me, and cos I was super sleepy), which I had the pleasure to nearly-pass only once... A belt which was half-a-degree crooked deprived me of a pass... heheh... And how even guys had restrictions on the length of their pants in those days ("The hem touching the third lace hole from the top") But then again, it wasn't all that hard, cos

a) our uniforms were tailor made
b) everyone had the same uniform

plus all the other high standards (where have they gone to now?).... black epaulettes... a hard shoulder flash... shiny boots ALL AROUND... A belt buckle in which you could use it's reflection to tidy your hair (after removing your beret, and getting an instant perm)... seasoned beret with a razor crease blarblarblar...

By the way, the black-thing-on-the-shoulder is spelt e-p-a-u-l-e-t-t-e NOT amulet. An "amulet" is a talisman, a good luck charm... It gives me the creeps to see people spell it like that... just like it makes me "fringe" to see people try to use cheem english words when they can't...

Oh well

Anyway, two miracles by God has happened...

First, I was super blur this whole week, and the lack of sleep was really taking it's toll and today I was falling asleep all over the place had couldn't talk coherently... but after going to cell group I really feel much more energized, hence i'm updating now...

Also, after Hsia Pin prayed for my nose bleed two weeks back, all the bleeding from the left nostril has stopped completely and now I can happily sneeze without having to go through a painful cauterization process again =)

Alright I shall stop here....

Less than a week to Inter-School...