Thursday, June 30, 2005 - (T_T) : do you know how to spell disaster?

C-H-E-M-I-S-T-R-Y

yes. that was what it was. a Disaster with the big D. can you imagine studying allll the crap, and shoving into that brain, only to find that on the day you do the exam, the info jus won't come out? -_____- its like constipation. but only worse. and the worst of is, it was the LAST important paper. and if there's anything i hate more, is ending an exam with a baaad paper. it leaves a REALLY bad taste in my mouth. hai... c'est la vie...

well. if it's any consolation, im free tomorrow, on sat, and on sun. and i got to go for this pilot selection test on monday which is 5 hrs long. yup. FIVE. the number of fingers you would usually have on your hand. apparently, the possiblity of me passing the test(as it also is with many people) is as remote as getting murdered by a cardboard roll falling from the 11th storey of some obscure HDB block. yup. but i will just take the test. whoooo knows.. i might get to become a pilot. and if i fail the test, i will most probably get a letter from the commandos.

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as much as i don't really mind pushing myself to see how far i can go, the commando training is really NOT something everyone can tahan. can you imagine, during a lecture break, everyone, all 150 soldiers, are given a grand total of THREE minutes to empty their bladder? at the same time? in ONE toilet? yup. a friend told me one urinal MUST be shared by THREE human beings. and the shy one usually can't get the golden juice out. o.0

moooving on...if i ever look back on my academic life, i will HATE jc life the most. seriously speaking, if you can survive jc, you most probably can survive anything. but if you ask me to look back spiritually, i must say i truly found God in jc. ah. how..ironic.

C.K blogged at 7:12 AM