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Saturday, January 26

Yessssss....Im so so so happy that my computer has been fixed at last. Cure of its illness by saviour Technician Steven!




Today's Chingay talk was more or less like last week's-boring but informative. Im not sure if i managed to retain any of the info given. RJ's LT 1 was horribly cold. Im glad I decided to bring my jacket even though I didnt feel cold at all last week. I sat next to the HC J1 girl and then I started asking her about her Os.



O levels is really a scary thing. Anything can happen. When I heard her say that she didnt do very well, my heart just sank. And then when the words: 8 points came out of her mouth I was overwhelmed with emotions. Suddenly I was back to the past again, reliving all that painful memories. Sigh. I didnt know what to say to her and I just kept reassuring her, like all the people had done for me, that she would definitely be successful in her appeal back to hc. Im not sure if she'd end up like me, but I definitely hope that she'll get back in and not suffer the same fate as me. What I've been through(although not as bad as some others), I wouldnt like anyone else to experience the same thing.




Mr Z recently told us about Bruce Lee. About how his favourite words were: Be like water...


Because water is formless. It can take any form. You add water to the kettle, the water takes the form of the kettle. So versatile and flexible. Sighs. I wish I could be like that. I wish I could adapt so well to anything new given to me. Perhaps this way I could be happier, a perfectly brainwashed pro-NJ student instead of longing to be on the grass over the other side all the time. (Of course, I've long come to terms about this, dun be mistaken)




I look forward to GC or contact every week. Mr Z's classes are always interesting in their own ways. There is always food for thought after these sessions. Something worthy for us to ponder over when we go home. I feel like we're just so lucky to get an ST who shares his true feelings with us and not just be so politically correct at all times, saying the right stuffs and doing the right things. Maybe this is god's way of teaching me through the experience of someone who has been through so much in life.




I just had a mini family outing to the lower pierce reservoir. I think its the first time I've walked there in the dark. My dad met some old friend of his and he stopped to chat. I guess my sister and I are both impatient people so we continued walking forward. I started to tell her some NJ ghost stories and I must admit that the atmosphere was quite nice for it. Then later my mom commented on how sad the place felt in the night. And i realised that its true. There is this pavilion that seemed to be floating in the middle of the reservoir, looking so lonely and miserable. It was practically the only thing with light over there, other then the lamp posts. Somehow the dimness of the pavilion's lighting just gives out this sad aura. And the first thing I imagined was this lady in flowing red dress standing in the pavilion, leaning against the railings and gazing sadly at the water. Oh, and this lady has long hair too. Of course. Long hair adds to the effects.



hmmmm. Oh shikes. Im forgetting my main reason for coming online! Research on cloning!



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