I love mugging.
I love mugging.
I love mugging.... which of course,I so do not lahhs! ... Yet, its quite interesting in the sense that there's always new-found discoveries made after studying the stuffs. And yes, it has indeed been long since I really studied. But ... as usual ... started too late! Hate the way its always so ... last minute ... ! Then again, its better late than never ehh? :D
Kudos to Daryl, Kok Siang & Xuemei (: for the we-shalt-integrate-together session at Woodlands Library yesterday. It was so entirely filled with Council anecdotes, cheap $$ antics & of course Mathematical Integration formulas lahhs! Really thankful towards the patient Daryl, aka my new found Maths Tutor 2! Hope he certainly didn't go home & puke out all the guts out whilst teaching this stupendous newly-acclaimed student of his. :/
Joined the S-cubers (: after the mugging session & got maligned by abandoning them. -pouts- Anyhows, took the straight bus back to Yishun (: & gossiped along the way. Aye.
What's in a name? What's in the name of love? All but superficial ... at this very point in time, I feel. How many of the countless BGR is really for the love of each other & not for the "to-love" or "being-loved" sake? Aye, aye. Ultimately, if it wasn't really meant to be, both parties get hurt in the end, very often, with one of a greater degree than the other ... aye, so what's the Ode to Love for ? Gees ... i guess ... Sister/Brother-hood still rocks lahh!
Strolled along the Pasar Malam at Khatib with the darlings S-cubers. Its controversial how S-cube came about & what we actually do engage in most of the time, factually (***inside joke), still I hope we disband*** soon! LOLx.
And I so want to swim! That of which is so totally unrelated to the rantings here. But, that I shall do soon after the dreadful BTs ! (:
Did a little of CLA in the morning, analysing the story structure of Kong Yi Ji. Its rather daunting how people go into critics of the modern day society & identifying the illness of it all & yet not do anything about it. Countless of literary works mostly revolve around all this ... & yet we just analyse, criticize it, & later just relent on how pathetic/sad/revolting life is. And the fact remains that we can't do much about it. Its so ... mundane ... so utterly, sad, case. That surge of hopelessness just surges up yahh? If only people do really reflect upon themselves, and really make some changes to it ... then perhaps these literary pieces would have just been anecodotes of the reflections of the past. Perhaps, someday ... that very day will come?
Speaking about changes ... I am really trying to change the situation of _ . But sometimes, changes do need a mutuality. It takes two hands to clap. I am willing to start off the clap ... but you? I just hear incessant verbalities ... that is so totally not salvaging the situation ... just mere repetitions of the faults I always seem to have ... for umpteen years (say six holy years?) & thats all. Sometimes I just wish ... you would stop relenting & listen to my relents for once. Just once, I will be satisfied.
Enough rantings of the day break. Time to analyze more! (: (: (: