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Sunday, November 04, 2007
I'm crazy but not stupid...
I underestimated the subject mass energy balance.It took me way longer than i expected, ending up having to crash so much information into me in a day.

The entire day of studying this subject is strainuous, and i found myself talking to myself, doing funny actions, making weird noises from time to time.

My friends said its normal for uni people to be like that.

But then, who says that i'm normal? All my closest friends say im weird...

Seriously, if i've put in this effort for my A level, i bet i can easily get several scholarships to some country far far away.

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I've eaten cockroaches, cleaned maggots, played with spiders and beetles.
Still, nothing can compare when it comes to lizards. They are just disgustingly disgusting.
If its at home, i would have screamed my lungs out whenever i see one. The entire family knows that.
In hall, i've always been trying my best to contained my excitement. If i have to scream everytime i see one in hall, I'm very sure that they will chase me out of hall 6 due to the severe noise pollution i would have create.

It all started during canoe polo training last friday, when jx felt something in his boat.

"ah ha! there you are!"he exclaimed, softly beside me, picking up a struggling lizards from his boat with his bare hand.

My eyes widened, not daring to make a sound. I knew if i open my mouth, i will be screaming. And of course, guys shouldnt be screaming upon the sight of lizards should they? It will be so wrong...
Before i could row myself far far away from him. He already flinged it away and guess what? it climbed onto my boat instead.

I immediately shook my boat from side to side hopeing it would be washed away, but the higher the water was, the higher the lizard climbed. I looked away from time to time, it was after all canoe polo training and instructions was given at the same time. Then when i glance back, the lizard disappeared.

Praying that it swam away, i continued with practice until zi yang splashed water at me from behind.

"theres a bug on ur life vest,"he said, trying to be helpful. "hey wait! its a lizard!"

"oh no!"i thought...

"its climbing into ur shirt," he continued, " faster capsize to wash it away!"

I felt so dirty even after so many capsize and rolls. The lizard was no where to be found, lets hope it didnt cling onto me...
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