Childcare Professionals Day/Morse Code Day
2004-04-27 @ 10:42 p.m.

He did it again today. This time I didn't cringe, and I didn't hide behind my file or pretend to talk to someone. I could get used to his praise. I would slave for his and Ms Chen's subjects, because I have a shot at doing well for them. History overwhelms me, Economics drives me mad. A social science indeed. That explains why most Science students want to take Economics as their concession to Arts. Except for the odd bunch down in S06, who take English like sensible beings ought to. It's quite sad actually, the situation some Science students are in. They get pressured into choosing Science over Arts because their parents don't want them to close off career options. Pragmatic, but incredibly shallow. Can't blame them, even my dad had misgivings when I announced that I wouldn't be taking any Science subjects under than Mathematics. Frankly though, I'm not too concerned about the future of my career. I don't foresee a life of academia for me, but I don't exactly see myself in a suit in Shenton Way either. I want to be an actor-singer-model all of a sudden. Then I'll pen a book about the often frivolous nature of those industries. My house of cards stands tall...

Amazing. My mum bought a new tube for the ceiling light in my room, and it's supposed to be thrice as bright as a normal tube. Well, it works like a charm, or at least it's supposed to for a few days. It makes the room brighter than day, which is quite unsettling initially. I mean, it's like everything has this weird glow. At least it isn't glaring! Oh, and there was this interesting RA survey form today that we had to fill in. Question 5 was irrelevantly personal, no? Still, I was honest. Am I being cryptic enough? I'm charging if you want to find out what I'm talking about. You're so near, yet so far. Damn, getting angsty. Going back to RI tomorrow to sell magazines, and try to fill up the ORA donation card. I was very irritated with the students who were trying to get me to donate money. It wasn't their fault, I was (literally) sick and tired, and all I wanted to do was go home. So I furrowed my brow, and brushed them off. I must have looked quite intimidating, because the ones at the interchange didn't dare to approach me! Going to try spiking all of my hair tomorrow, right down to the back. I predict a disaster, and much merriment when my RI teachers see me.