YES

I have finally went to ARAB STREET with Nette today!

I wanted to go there for quite a while to get some accessories for my dance & we both ventured into the wilderness in search for cookies and candies. I finally found a store that sells hip scarves and another fabric store that sells chiffon veils for like $2.50 per metre which was like a freakin' good deal.

Another shop was selling the complete veil at $33 a pop, when I can get it at $5?

So I'm going there again on Sunday with Jess and Tinghui plus, Tinghui is gonna help us find bracelet charms! I've been meaning to make a bracelet of my own for a quite a while now, but can't find a place that sells nice charms!

I'd ask Nette but she'll be busy with work. Darn. I'm the only one not working! I feel like such a loser.

But anyway, I had a fun time with Nette today!

We bought some stuff first at Bugis, then we walked past Haji Lane and window shopped at all he clothes. And I saw this GIANT pair of wooden hoop earrings that I was instantly attracted to! Even Nette was like +_+

Shw was half expecting me to get it, but I bet it cost a bomb =(

Then we walked to Arab Street. All the store vendors were so friendly! Asking us if we wanted to eat and asking Nette about her leg wound, coz she fell down and had this nasty cut =(

We both ooed and ahhhed over the beautiful sarongs and kebayas in the stall. They were soooooo gorgeous seriously!

Then we walked to Lavender Street and ate dinner at the foodcourt. Plus, we had Belgian chocolate and waffles there which was SUPERB. Seriously the chocolate was nothing like I've ever tasted. Warm and sweet and comforting. Nette and I were both grinning so hard and foolishly at each other and we started laughing at each other =)

We made our way back at about 7-ish and parted at Kovan MRT. Darn the bus stop was crawling with big-ass ants. Seriously they had WINGS. And I was pissed because they kept flying everywhere. 1 went INSIDE the bus and landed on the window seal in front of me!!

I kept going " Stay. Away." And I tried to blow it away but it refused to budge. It just fluttered its silly wings and crawled. I was cringing and hoping as hard as hell that it wouldn't come near me.

If the bus was empty, I'd crush it like a bug with my size 8 and 1/2 shoe.

So there.

CANNOT WAIT FOR SUNDAY

I went blogshopping for 3 hours straight last night.

And my eyes are burning. Like it's really true: you never know what you're missing til you've crossed the line

And I'm proud to say that I've crossed that little ol' line. Thanks a lot Poh Shu Yun. I decided to go online to find some necklaces and I came across this site that provides link to like hundreds of blogshops and you can pick and choose whichever you want.

And so I decided to pick a few and look through em' and I was like necklace-&-earrings-&-bracelets-struck. There were soooooooo many gorgeous necklaces and earrings and bracelets of assorted colors and shapes and sizes.

So there I was sitting in front of the screen like a deer caught in front of the headlights and I was like Charlie, deciding which chocolate I should choose from fantastic Mr Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory. It was a sight to behold for inexperienced little ol' me.

But the suckiest thing was that I couldn't find, ANY. big hoop earrings at all. There were only those small ones that didn't appeal to me 1 bit.

Darn it. Plus, I decided to change my blogskin yesterday afternoon and when I copied over the HTML text into the template, it came out all disfigured. My previous posts somehow vanished, and the headings were spread out to a grossly overweight size. So I edited and edited and tried to recall whatever Shoe told me about HTML texts and codes and tried again and again. BUT NOTHING WORKED.

I wasted 4 bloody hours trying to load a silly little blogskin. Then when I tried again in the evening using the same codes and texts that I used in the afternoon, it worked. Like bloody hell. I was irritated.

Mum just told me Grandma's coming from London to visit us on the 29th of August!. Whoo! Haven't seen Grandma since I was probably Sec 2. I love it everytime she comes here. She'll read me bedtime stories, even though I'm not small anymore, and tell me about how Granddad looks like - coz I've never seen him before - and she'll say " He's very tall and wears this big black spectacles and his hair has become white already! Maybe 1 day he'll be brave enough to come and visit Sue and all of you again"

Erm, yeah I don't think that's gonna happen. My aunt showed me a picture of him before though. Now I know where I got the oval shaped face from. But he has the European nose, and so does my mum and sis, which irritates me, because I got the recessive smaller Chinese nose from Daddy.

I WANT THE EUROPEAN NOSE PLEASE. Maybe when I grow older, my nose will shift and move and morph into the desired pointy nose that I yearn for.

Hey who knows, it may happen?

AND I think the stress from all the finals have made me more paranoid about my hair. Seriously I NEED to relax. "Serene, your hair WILL grow back to its usual thickness. It takes time and effort so blame that B**** of a hairdresser who couldn't differentiate between a trim and 5 inches and chopped off your maginificent crown of glory"

Waiting and waiting and waiting. Sometimes, I think that's all we ever do.

Whoo!

Exams are finally over! A weight has been lifted and I feel....free. Yeap.
It seems that many people I've asked are gonna be wroking during the holidays.
But me.
Darn it.
I feel so...useless for not intending to work.

Well I wouldn't mind working actually.
It's just that I don't know where to work and
I have lessons during the holidays since I signed for Global Citizenship
I will be flying offto Beijing on the 29th of March!
I can't wait coz the last I went to China, I was around 7 or 8 years old.

Maybe I can work like part time where I work only for a few days per week?
Hmmmm.
Any recommendations?
It'd be nice to do something useful & worthwhile actually.

But anyway after exams ended I went off to eat lunch with Jess & Linjia.
Nette had a date. Humph!
But I didn't mind =) She went skipping off when her bus came.
Missed her much during the mugging week! And we've planned to go shopping during the hols!

Okay so I went to eat with Jess and LJ at the hawker centre.
AND THEN
Jess SURPRISED me with a Barbie doll!
PLUS it was the exact same Barbie doll that I had been admriring with her when we went window shopping before the Study Week!

Seriously I was taken aback I mean I didn't expect her to buy it, and I felt upset and guilty because I didn't get her anything.
It was so nice and sweet of her!
THANK YOU JESSLYN! I LOVE IT TO THE CORE

I should ask for Barbie dolls for my birthday from now on x)

So.

It's like past 3am now.
And I'm studying PerCog after having wasted the afternoon away today.
I spent.
1 hour youtubing.
and about 2 hours "napping"
so I feel guilty for not getting in any revision done.

So I'm up and trying to read through Problem Solving.
But.
I think I shall slowly will myself
to succumb to fatigue.

Am chatting with Muying online also
studying Problem Solving as well.
and.
she's a self-acclaimed nocturnal.

I keep "hearing voices" outside in the living room.
I know.
I'm paranoid.
But its dark and 3.15am right now.
And.
I'm scared of the dark.
But Bobby is here with me x)

Darn it.
PhysioPsych.
not completed revision.
right. just finish this chapter first.
and I can plonk on my comfortable bed
& hug my squishy bolster.

I/O exam - finished. I shall not say anything about it, coz I don't wanna jinx it.



Was youtubing and watching a drama called Hospital Central, a Spanish version of E.R and there is this GORGEOUS GORGEOUS guy. I went to google him to find a picture but couldn't find anything, so I went to Yahoo! International and went to Spain. Dang I had a hard time reading all the stuff there.




BUT I HAVE MANAGED TO PROCLAIM 2 PHOTOS OF HIM.













Ladies and gentlemen. This. is Mr Ivan Sanchez. Isn't he a sight to behold? Oh my gosh I was INSTANTLY attracted to him, especially that nose of his! People like feet, so I like noses. Coolness. AND this guy's a model! Gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous. I shall now search for more pictures of him.

Well blow me down. Just got my I/O CA grade, and I am officially depressed.

It has sucked out my motivation to study, and faith that I can do well.

Can I just say, its not fair?

Coz, the whole grading system for I/O is weird.

Like.

We're not even familiar with case studies,

and.

we're forced.

to complete like 4 of em for the test?

And

I had no time to finish it.

And.

many who did finish it

got like what 20-ish?

And

It's like

wth

coz 14/25 is just depressing and screwed up?

Then.

Yumei and I were complaining about the injustice

of our I/O grades, coz we got the same,

and how the grading system has gone bonkers,

because its just a tad unfair.

And Yumei calculated

that we would need to get

a crazy high mark, to get a B grade for finals,

and I was like

+_+

I.
am.
so.
freaking.
depressed.
now.
and.
I.
shall.
watch.
Bollywood.
to.
cheer.
me.
up.
now.

Good.
Bye,
Cruel.
World.

Its my prerogative to say that our education system is screwed up and disgusting and downright unfair.

Friday --> inevitable & unfair I/O exam
Someone please STAB me in my gut and save me from the horrors of finals.

GOD i think something is like wrong with my phone.

Zack just asked me why I sent him an expletive message on Monday morning, and I was like " !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! "

Because seriously I so did not send it, AND I so do not do retarded crap like that. I must have been PMSing or something because once Zack said that, tears started welling up and I was seriously going to cry.

I mean I was really afraid that he'd hold it against me . Plus I was getting ready to defend myself because honest to God, I do not, do gross things like that.

It's so unsophisticated & unfeminine --> so NAWT my style !

BUT lucky he didn't! He was like "It's okay. I know you don't do things like that, I trust you!"

WHEW. For a moment, I thought I would have lost a funny friend!

BUT how come "I" even sent a message like that in the first place? I was sleeping when he mentioned the time I sent it to him. Maybe it's my brother who decided he wanted justice after ratting out on him?

Or my mum?

Damn it!

I'm sooooo never going to forget this like til the day I fly off to America.

I hope Zack won't remember a thing about it. Because. I'm a paranoid person and I'll be really hurt if anyone breaks our friendship because of some alleged action.

But Zack doesn't hold it against me. So, I. AM. RELIEVED. i think.




ZHI SHEN IF YOU'RE READING THIS, THANKS FOR TRUSTING AND AND FORGIVING ME & BELIEVING ME, BECAUSE I WOULD NEVER SEND CRAP PIG-ASS MESSAGES LIKE THAT TO A FRIEND AND I'LL KILL WHOEVER DID DO IT IN THE FIRST PLACE, IF I EVER DO FIND OUT.

thank you God, for blessing me with such good and blessed friends who believe in me! You are my Father and You watch over me =)

"I have learned that while those who speak out their miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt even more."

And how do I know that? Simple.

It takes one to know one.

Well today hell broke loose as soon as I came home. But then again. It always happens.

So I came at around 2 and my mum asked me to go buy some chow back for the brother so I was all "yeah, okay".

Then on the way up after buying I saw my brother coming in from the other side and the first thing he muttered when he saw me was the F word. Well I didn't really care, coz he's not exactly normal and he's autistic so I just ignored

BUT when we were in the lift he was like "Carry my bag". I sure as hell wasn't going to carry it for me since my hands were full with plastic bags from buying stuff for everyone so I was no. Then he entered full Swear Mode and muttering strings of curses and swear words at me and I started to get pissed, because, it sucks. So I threatened to tell Mum.

THEN he stopped. Leaned against the wall. And hit me in the arm. Not those light "hey-buddy-wassup" kind of hits, but more like "you-stupid-little-punk" kind of punches.

AND I was so....PISSED. And I stormed out the lift and went into the flat and told my mum about his freaking disgusting antics.

Unfortunately, my mum failed to see sense and took my brother's side and was like "He's your brother la Serene. And he's not normal. Don't you understand him? How can you be so temperamental? Then how can you work as a psychologist next time?"

That was it. I got so mad and I could seriously feel tears welling up, because I mean she is seriously clouded by her judgment. She buys the brother all these weird playstation games, half of which have the characters sprouting swear words every 2 minutes. OBVIOUSLY he picked it up from there. And now it's MY fault for not understanding him? PLEASE. He knew EXACTLY what he was saying.

So I decided to just get out the house right there and then with my mp3 and walked around my neighbourhood for about 30 minutes. I was like crying. Because, can't my mum spare a thought about my feelings for once, instead of stubbornly being so overprotective of my brother?

Oh. Wait. I forgot. She doesn't even really care in the 1st place.

So I just walked and listened to songs by Smash Mouth and Bollywood songs. Plus I decided to smile, because I remembered from Janell and Zyndie's presentation that if you smile when you're sad, chances are you'll feel happier.

So I did. And I did feel a little light-hearted after a while.

Then I walked home and ignored my mum's questions of where I went to. I'm on full avoidance mode with her now. I'm going to ignore her so she won't piss me off. I don't hurt her, so she won't hurt me. Simple logic.

But in the PLUS side, today was like a pre-Valentine's Day occasion for us all. I got a bar of Tolberone from darling Nette :) and Pitt apparently made cookies for us all! I never knew Pitt could bake cookies! He's so nice

I remember last term I got him and Aslam as project partners for Psych B and they didn't email me their stuff and I was scolding them online. THEN the next day, they bribed me with Marks and Spencers toffees and apologized.

Oh well. The toffees did it :)

Then Jess and I took bus 23 to Boon Keng. AND I slept on the bus. For the first time, according to Jess. Which is probably true. Usually I listen to music and stare at the window.

This shows I'm sleep deprived

Then we went to this little store that sold lots of pink stuff and I was fascinated by the Barbie Dolls. I wanted to get 1 coz I LOVE Barbie Dolls, but decided not to get them.

After days of experience, I now know why Bobby comes into the room to look for me. He will stand on his 2 little fat legs and scratch me like hell, stare at me with that pitiful sorrowful eyes. AND when I reach out to pat him, he'll use his paw to push my palm to his chest. So just I can give me little scratch.

Gosh. Even my dog, who cowers in fear when the vacuum cleaner roars and when my youngest cousin runs after him, actually is smart.

Darn it I'm like sleepy. But I don't want to take a nap. I'll feel guilty for wasting time.

Maybe just like 30 mins?

no. nope. no siree. stop. don't go to the bed. stay. in the. desk. do work. stop blogging.

bye.

Right. So I think today's PerCog lesson was.
Weird.
Like we only went through the quiz answers and that's about it.
Plus we gave us like litte nips and tips about the exam, which I thought was weird, coz its like we're not even SUPPOSED to know what's going to come out for any exam in the first place.

Period.

Well. HSS teachers are kind.


Scenario 1:

Was in the train this morning on the way to school, and I was standing in front of the double doors. The train stopped at Potong Pasir. AND.

Lo and Behold, ladies & gentlemen.

In walked this tall and GORGEOUS, dashing. European man. He strolled in and stood behind me and I froze. Like a deer caught directly in front of the headlights of the car. Like every nerve and neuron in body was reacting to this exotic and gorgeous creature. He was like towering above all the other men in the train, which was a sight because it made me stand out even more.

That pointy nose! Sweet. That lush blue peepers! Heaven. He wore a light blue work shirt, rolled up to the elbows, revealing that great nice set of muscular and toned forearms, and formal black pants AND the best thing?

He wore cologne! He smelt of rich and expensive cologne that made my head dizzy with excitement. And he looked squeaky clean and fresh and cool, like he just came out the shower.

My heart was like POUNDING all the way as he made his way behind me. I tried to NOT look at him, but unfortunately, the double doors of the train bore his reflection so I HAD to glance up and take a quick peek til I reached Boon Keng

Great. My instincts are acting up prematurely. Again.

Scenario 2:

Took the same bus with Jesslyn today and we cut through the market to get to Boon Keng station AND I spotted a pair of cute European tots in a stroller, peeking out into the world. I shrieked and grabbed Jess' arm and was like " Jess! Jess! Look! European babies!"

They were so cuuuute! They had this big big innocent brown eyes and brown hair and really fair skin. Even Jess agreed with me.

Scenario 3:

Walking to my dance class just now at around 7. And bus 73 came. And.

Lo and behold, ladies and gentlemen.

Out walked this GORGEOUS dashing and suave European man. He wore a white muscle tee, that showed off his perfect toned arm muscles. AND he had blue peepers too! OH MY GOSH. I was instantly awe struck. Plus, he had a knapsack, which reminds me of those guys going on some hiking trip.

So I was like looking at him like he was some sort of an addiction. And I kept looking and looking and walking and walking and watching him cross the road to get to the opposite block.

And I walked straight into the pillar.

Shit. My head still hurts. There was this old woman who saw me and she looked at me like I was some sort of a retard. A retard, who even with spectacles, can walk into a pillar.

Right.

BUT ALAS! SAID EUROPEAN MAN VANISHED INTO THE DEPTHS OF THE BUILDING.



Oh my god. Like. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME. Every European man I see I stop what I do and stare at one of God's gorgeous creations of all.

My guess? It's the hormones.

I want a little something more
Don't want the middle or the one before
I don't desire a complicated past
I want a love that will last

- Renee Olstead - A Love That Will Last -






- the road to success is always under construction -

I hate PerCog journals.

HAPPY 18TH JIA =)

Relatives came over today for tea. Bobby is frightened by my youngest cousin. My dad said that once she beat him. Now he's traumatized. He attempted to dig and scurry his way into the small cupboard where we stored the rice and cookers and refused to come out.

Mum had to remove all the stuff inside to get him out. I put him in my room til they left.

Am sick. Have a flu. And now I can't savour the sweet of the chocolate of Ferrero Rocher.

Bugger

Tom Cruise. Looks g-o-r-g-e-o-u-s in this photo of the premiere of Valkyrie.

To find your natural face shape, stand in front of your mirror with your hair pulled back. Close one eye, and with a non-permanent marker or eyeliner,

trace your face shape onto the mirror.

The centre parting is most suited for an oval shaped face
and gives an oval illusion to wide and round faces.
Those with prominent noses and oblong faces should
avoid centre partings.

The side partings is most suitable for most face shapes for it is

flattering and versatile, particularly to round and square shaped faces that

need height on top, as well as well as heart-shaped faces to

decrease width of the forehead.

Right, so my face is oval shaped and my natural parting is centre.

I knew it.

My Spanish teacher made me sit next to a guy during class, since we need

partners to practice our sentences and try out new phrases. I was

kinda embarrassed with sitting next to a guy, but he was nice and smiled a lot,

and made conversation with me and with his friends as well so I guess it made

me feel at ease. I forgot his name though, coz it's a Chinese name.

Scenario One:

I was at AMK Hub when I saw this guy with his parents. Chinese mother, American dad.

And what do you get? A gorgeous son. I swear to God he was so darn good looking.

Sure he has some Chinese features BUT that long chin, that pointy nose AND those eyes.

Those BLUE eyes. Gorgeous and enchanting

They were so enticing and I kept looking at it. But I quickly looked away

after a while in case he thought I'm some kinda female perv.

Scenario 2:

I was on the train and at Newton, in walked this Caucasian girl and

with Asian girlfriend. The Caucasian girl talked. Amercian accent.

No biggie. Asian girl opened her mouth.

Different story.

An Asian girl, speaking with an American accent.

An Asian blooded girl, americanized by the Western cultures of her

home country.

I swear, she sounds exactly like Miley Cyrus. Husky voice with a bit if Western drawl. My god and they both spoke so loudly. Everyone was like looking their way, wondering how come an Asian girl, Korean I think, speaks with an American accent.

Damn. I wanna be Americanized too.

Scenario 3:

Walking along North Bridge Road and saw this stall selling scarves near Peninsula Plaza so I looked around. Stall was mended by

2 Chinese nationals. I decided to buy a blue shawl and

gave it to one of the women so she could get me a new piece.

She spoke to me in Mandarin, saying she would fetch me a

new piece and that it cost $8. I understood and nodded.

THEN. The other woman-shop-keeper walked up to me and said

in English " She said she will get you a new one. And this one costs $8"

For proof, she showed out 8 fingers and pointed to the "Sale" sign

that displayed the cost price.

Thanks, lady. I understood what she said.

Went to pay for my scarf and the first woman spoke in Mandarin ( of which I shall translate in English) : " This girl speak no Mandarin. Can totally tell.

She must only know 1 language. How deprived!" Then they both

starting laughing.

I felt like picking up the cash register and smashing it against

her ugly bitch face. Deprived am I? Lady, I can speak Spanish and French.

Can you? Huh? Huh? Do I LOOK like I can't speak "your language"?

Seriously, all these Chinese nationals, especially women like her,

make me sick.

So I/O presentation, French and APIP critique are done! Hoozah!

Now there's Physio Psych presentation and I/O report left.

Nette gave me a jade key chain before lecture started =) I tried posting the photo

I took of it up here, but my phone couldn't be read. Bugger.

Thanks Lynette x)

APIP critique went all right I think. Although I wasn't sure if I wrote enough.

I/O presentation was okay too, but I was damn nervous before Nette, Jess

& I presented, since I was the very first speaker.

My heart was seriously pounding like crazy.

Then after that went to rehearse French with MHD. I

He's going to Cape Town in Africa during the holidays! At first I didn't believe him due

to one little tiny prank he pulled on me that made me be aware of whatever

nonsense he sprouts, but he was so serious throughout his explanation

that I guess it must be real

MHD forgot his lines by the way and the tutor thought I said one English word.

BUT I DID NOT.

Apparently "un moment", sounded like "one moment". Bugger.

But she said we both did good. Oh and she commented on my earrings. She went something like:

"Aiyah, Seir-crine, your earring zees so beeg, darling. Veir-rie nice."

x)

I'm still looking for bigger ones though. I found out that Arab Street is near Raffles

Hospital at Bugis, when I studied the map MHD lent me. And the Mexican Embassy in

Singapore is just across Arab Street as well.

BIG EARRINGS HERE I COME X)

I shall now watch Tears of the Sun to treat myself to some entertainment after a long and tiring day of presentations and adrenaline turnover.

Tomorrow. I/O presentation. French Role Play.

I/O should be okay. But FRENCH. MHD apparently still has trouble with the lines. GOD PLEASE GIVE US THE STRENGTH TO LET THINGS FLOW SMOOTHLY FOR ME TOMORROW.

Took the same bus with Nette today and we had a talk about said relationship with my mother. I think she's really lucky to have a mother whom she can talk to at any point of time w/o feeling embarrassed or anything.

I'm jealous.

Conversation I had with my chereographer after dance:

Serene: Where do I buy the veil from?
Teacher: Oh okay you can find it at the street stalls. You been to Chinatown?
Serene: Nope.
Teacher: Arab Stret?
Serene: Nope
Teacher: Little India?
Serene: Nope.
Teacher: Are you Singaporean?

Then everyone in the dance room bursts into peals of giggles and I'm like +_+

I fully intend to go to Little India to purchase essential oils for the hair, and to Arab Street to buy accessories. Chinatown? To buy, erm..

?

Never mind.

I shall now rehearse through my I/O presentation slides and my French role play script for tomorrow. I'm gonna be a tourist, looking for the museum who stops to ask a student from TP directions.

I am sorely tempted to watch Tears of the Sun right now. But. No. Stop. Publish post. Stop blogging. Get offline. Stop. Go. Now. Serene.

Bye.

Wait.

Dedicated to Poh Shu Yun:

Now hush little baby, don't you cry.
Everything's gonna be alright.
Stiffen that upper lip up little lady
I told ya Serene's here to hold ya through the day.
I know Luck's not here right now and we don't know why
We feel how we feel inside
It may seem a little crazy, pretty baby
But I promise, everything's gon' be alright


Hope you feel better now Shoe =) I'm always here to help, just like when you were my sounding board for maddening times when I was feeling wacky & weird.

just had ANOTHER run in with the mother. Won't go into details because it just makes me cry everytime I think about it

The setting - Home; Serene's room

The theme - Serene attempts to ignore hurtful comments

The plot - Escape the spurs of verbal abuse and insults by keeping quiet, a bad idea.

The resolution - " Sometimes, I think I hate my mother."




Will my poisnous relationship with my mother radiate negative effects on my future parenting skills and the way I bond with my children, should I have any?

One thing for sure: I will NOT let her near my kids, should I be blessed with them, let alone BREATHE near them.

Edited I/O slides today with Nette and Jess & bombarded Mr Wee with so many questions again.

Did this survey on Youths and Relationships during APIP lecture, with questions about interpersonal life with friends, family and romantic partners. I brought 1 set home for my Sis to do and I peeked at her answers.

Both of us feel that our mother does not encourage us to share our thoughts/difficulties, we do not share our difficulties with her, nor do we think that we can rely on her to get a load off our chests.

Why am I not surprised?

I realized from this survey that I do not possess a very healthy and strong relationship with my parents. I do not relay my thoughts and difficulties to them and neither do I feel I can rely on them for emotional support whatsoever, despite being a secure baby 16 years earlier.

Was eating dinner with Sis in the kitchen and I casually brought up the subject of applications to universities & then asked her " Jie, what's your GPA?"

And she looked up at me, her eyes stripped with caution & suspicion and questioned my question. So I was all I heard NTU takes in students with at least GPA 3.0.

Seriously my sister's face turned black and she got all defensive and was like "No la! Sure they take in some with lower that 3.0. I can get in la" And we close the subject.

5 minutes later : " I think I should be able to get in"

... ... ... ... ... ... ...

10 minutes later "Aiyah, think can la"

ha. ha. ha

Wednesday = I/O Psych presentation + French role play.

Bugger.