My most sincere apologies; apparently Anne hasn't been feeling well this past couple of days.

But if you were counting on me being the voice of reason, sorry.

Maybe next time (:


As you all might have guessed, I am the ALTEREGO.

I'm the slacker; the sophisticate, basically just her evil twin clone. And yeah, I ain't in London, I'm on the other side of the world.


HELLO!

My first blog in OZ. Actually, it was by chance I came across this old darling of mine and decided, on a whim, to revive it.

I hope we all have fun. Now, back to sleep.


Man, some people are just really, really, incredibly dense.

"I really don't know why some people are in OBS."

This statement is too hypocritical to be true. And most unfortunately, it just has to be. What fucking right do you have to complain that someone doesn't have any right to be selected for such a course? Ask yourself just what right you have to comment that way.

The selection for OBS is as rigorous as you can think. The students there are selected by cuts. And the second trial is on will and drive. You do remember Madam R going around asking who didn't want to be in, right? And there were those of us who volunteered to step out. She didn't step out. So she made the cut. If she hadn't deserved to be in there, she would never have made the first requirement of learning to be a leader.

I'm actually quite sorry that you didn't learn much. You might have, I dunno, but you certainly don't show it. I'm really disappointed in you, ok? You have no right to complain that she doesn't deserve to be in. That's up to her to decide, not you. You don't dictate what goes around you. You don't always get your way.

I feel that you're being quite immature doing this, laughing about all this. You may have learnt on the course, but you don't show it.


Guys, know what?

It's Chemistry SPA tomorrow...

AND I HAVEN'T MEMORISED THE DEFINITIONS OF ENDO AND EXOTHERMIC YET.

And know what else? Yes...


IT'S GCE O LEVEL SCIENCE FOR GODDAMN SAKE.

Man, I am one chronic procrastinator all right.


I'm paranoid about my weight for no reason but I ain't anorexic and I would most certainly take utmost pleasure in strangling the hellout of anyone who would claim otherwise.

I'm still a slave of the autocratic education regime and am incarcerated in CWealth Secondary,a torture-concentration-death camp located in a very Ulu area in Pandan, Weat Coast, Singapore, and which experts claim has layouts bearing a striking resemblence to planning in blueprints of Nazi death camps uncovered after WW2.

I have a sense of humour with origins journeying back to the Sahara and the Serengeti, and am currently housed in class 3-3, a room on the second storey, surviving in horrible conditions of pressure and we swear that whoever planned the targets for the O Level examinations enduring next year is somehow or another, relatedto Josef Stalin. If I get promoted, I'll be in class 4-3 next year and if I'm not, I'll plunge myself off the ledge outside a classroom my dementedmind will select at random located on the fourth storey and scare the freak ass off the poor kids inside the room and possibly cause untreatable trauma, and then I'll spend the rest of eternity drifting around the campus, haunting the goddamn place until someone finally chucks us into PRIME,resulting in the organisation packing up and doing some grand move to another premise with all the pomp and circumstance of Mao Zedong's Great Leap Forward (it'll also bear close resemblence to the mentioned event).

I've always been a hopeless purist and it will be quite a longtime before I can finally appreciate all facades and perspectives of art wholly and fully, as well as sciences, chemistry, physics (F=ma)and biology (I get headaches squinting down microscopes, see?) I listen to all genres of music except heavy metal, which I can only appreciate when it's being played live,the volume being below a certain level, and if less than 20% of the lyrical content consists of vulgarities in English or otherwise.

And I wish Newton had been brought up in Changi, Singapore, in a coconut plantation instead of some apple grove estate where he got off with a whack by some supposedly-sour-tasting species of fruit known asthe Flower of Kent, and as a result, has led to many millions of students around the world cursing the hell out of him for coming up with his three goddamn laws of kinematics and dymnamics. However, I worship the guy on one hand for the fact that he came up with a prism, which I greatly appreciate since I love colourseven though it may seem to my associates that my world, vision and thinking exist in only monochrome.




Man, I have a potential internship with the Encyclopedia Brittanica. Oh yeah, I'm good:)
There goes part of my autobiography already.