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They want to see us fall; They want to see us fall (Cheryl Cole, Parachute)


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"Your death's like the sun: You can't look straight at it for longer than a second or two. The looming-up momentarily annihilates everything else, then lets it all back in." - Glen Duncan, The Bloodstone Papers.

It's terrible that I keep sleeping in the canteen every morning. But that extra 1 hour or so of sleep is very very satisfying, though it does rob me of the time to talk to friends or try to catch up on abit of tutorial or read my book. The early morning RJ canteen is pretty interesting though. There's a calm quietness about it amidst the bustle of the stallholders getting ready for the day. One or two Indian workers will play their music sometimes. And just watching sleepy bleary-eyed people walking through the canteen can fill up my time.

Event of the day:
Elizabeth, Tingfang and Michelle are walking up the stairs. Zewei is one flight of stairs below them. He calls Michelle. Three of them look down, laugh then runs off, because nobody wants to talk to him. A few hours later, Elizabeth and Michelle walk towards RJ and chit chats away. Suddenly they turn around, and like a ghost, Zewei was beside them.

WHO JUST TURNS UP BESIDE PEOPLE AND WALK THERE WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING. ==

Somehow, I always manage to fail Chemistry, and the feeling of being a failure somehow diminishes with each and every S grade I get.


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