Raise Your Glass

Someone needs to compile a list of classic Mr. Lim quotes. And situations.
So here.
“The whole world knows, you know. The WHOLE WORLD KNOWS.” *Three-fingered—I don’even know what to call it. For nerdness’ sake, I’m calling it the Nightcrawler hand* “Do you know? No? Then you’re not in this world!”
“有没有？明不明？”
“…And then, monkey see, monkey do.”
“Sure. My pleasure!”
“…but it’s not that Mr. Lim wants to cheat you of knowing this wonderful short cut, you know; please don’t be upset. Are you upset? Oh, Samantha is upset I see. It’s OK, you and I could go out for some time and discuss Math over a cup of coffee…”
“Nicholas! You’re too bad at cheating—I think you need to pick up some tips from Mr. Lim, you know.”
“You know, if you want to you ought to bring in a sweater, and write all the equations on the sleeves, you know. But make sure that you bring the right sweater on the right exam date, otherwise you might bring the Physics sweater to your Math exam, and then—Oh no!”
“I realized that Singapore is not having enough babies for the replacement rate too, you know, and that’s not good. It’s because not enough people are dating, you know. The smartest men will date the women who are slightly less smart, and so on, and then there will be the least smart men and smartest women left without partners. I have a recursion formula for this, you know…”
Starbucks date <3
Taken in a different context that might not be completely appropriate.
But what the hey.
English. Bah.
I haven’t read my own essay properly enough to remember it. T.T

Mirror

Laser Quest fully booked in February GG
No problem: Cluster meeting have!
*disclaimer: order of events edited to suit my memory as it occurs*
“So…Laser Quest is off, any ideas?”
“Anything with 2A!” (No prizes or guessing who this is. Hmm)
Cluster: LMAO
“OK erm so do we have any suggestions?”
*the usual boring stuff. You know, cycling…*
“Got people cannot cycle, but never mind I willing to learn”
“Later Aris gets the two seater one so he can ride…”
*Buffet only…*
“OK…anyone who’s NOT teck chye voting for this?”
“What about swimming?”
“Come on, you want to see us in trunks?”
“Oh, someone wants to see people in swim suits…”
*Archery…*
“Ten dollars will give you so many arrow you will shoot till you tired”
“GG later come back one arm super buff”
“With 2A”
“Going archery with girls?”
“Imagine they are guys, then with one super buff arm…”
ROFL
“NONO NOT GOING THERE”
*Prawning…*
“Prawning is seriously waste of time and money man”
“Oh yea you got go right what happened?”
“Cannot eat the prawns meh”
“Yea Roy tried to cook and burnt everything WTF”
“But should be quite fun la, make sure there’s no beef or mutton…”
LOL
“…Zoo?”
OHGAWDNO
“Or maybe…um…Jurong birdpark in the morning, Zoo in the afternoon, and Night Safari at night! Everything covered!”
“Ya lor cost how much only per person LMAO”
“What about…GOAT FARM!”
“Dude, what are we, primary school kids?”
“Eh but I heard the Goat’s milk damn nice.”
“OK so milking goats?”
“With 2A? But Aris will probably be looking to milk a very different kind of animal…”
*milking goats (somethingelsecompletelylessinnocent) put down. Hilarity ensues*
*without revealing too much, let’s say it goes along the line of squishing. Of things.*
“OKOK NOW THAT WE’RE DONE WITH SUGGESTIONS LET’S VOTE”
…
“Who votes for milking-“
“GOATS Milking goats”
Laughing/Good core training results.

Set Fire To The Rain

I noticed that not two posts ago I was in a class of whackjobs.
I miss that class of whackjobs.
So much. T_T
This class can get retarded at times.
(That's probably a good thing, by the way)
But most other it's frustrating.
One can stand an entire class of muggers for just so many times.
Now it would be fine and dandy if quizzes or graded class tasks were on the level of say, Honours.
(I will be missing major modules so badly when the Honours hit)
But no, they're the type that makes you regret THINKING of studying.
Oh well.
Adaptation?
Too much Bio Olympiad, I see.
Also, I finally did not sleep during a Biomed lecture.
One can hardly tell whether that is for the better of anyone or anything.
Except for the fact that I am sleeping more, perhaps.
Um.
My story manuscript D:
I'm upset now. I think.
Mr. Lim: This method doesn't work for every case, but please, um, don't be upset because you think teacher is shortchanging you. But if you are upset we can always go out for, you know, a coffee, and discuss math over it.
Sometimes, though, this guy just brightens my day.
Nowadays everything is boring.
And I'm cruisin'
In a handy turtle shell, but still cruisin'

Vanilla Twilight

Hey.
Didn’t expect to see you still around.
(Frankly, the way things stand I didn’t expect to see me here either.)
I think I’ve lost the…taste to blog?
(Oh The Horror)
Or maybe it’s just the personal crises. New class of…closet muggers, a week’s worth of bio mugging to entertain me this Chinese New Year.
T.T
Ah well. All beginnings must have an end. Or is it the other way round.
Our hostel room is Spartan. And sort of dusty. Whenever I walk into someone else’s room.
Magiclean? Somehow I don’t like the mop. It always makes things…dirtier somehow. A soppier kind of dirty.
And I still haven’t gotten out of holiday mood. Really. Feels like one every week.
Obviously, then, no motivation to study.
Hello hostel life.
And…really still tryin to add the class to my people collection before I can relaly post much of substance.
Not like anything here was really of substance originally.
Also, I am losing things.
Three things in the same number of weeks.
T.T. Least I found one. Through stupidity GRRAWR.
Dr. Dewey likes glitter. And talking. Especially if he gets to take a jab at someone into the bargain.
SO CUTE <3
And he’s British. Reasons for cuteness not necessarily in that order.
Mentoring, though, with our class.
Dr. Dewey: You people are…difficult!
*nervous giggles*
Eh heh. Seems like they aren’t too much of the talking sort.
(needing to mug still bugging me)
Oh. Well.
Screw off.
Debate was actually amusing.
I think.
Obviously, talking in impressive tones is enough to use complete bullshit you pull on the fly to impress everyone. But that’s just me, I think.
Oh, and five dollars which you have to spend 30 dollars to use.
One does not look gift horses in the mouth, I suppose. Especially gift horses that are not Times magazines.