You. Are. Kidding. Me.

Okay I applied to six (six!) scholarship boards and five rejected me outright. Without a first interview.

So no matter.

Then I had to find out that the first round cut-off for NUS med is purely result-based. Thing is, yeah you guessed it. I didn't get the interview.

Okay maybe the guy was right after all. You do need 45 points to be even considered.

This blog is going to lie fallow for awhile, because I am feeling very lazy.

Nothing's up anyway, so quit looking over my shoulder.

My notion that giving tuition is a piece of cake has suffered some serious examination lately.

I still believe that I know my stuff decently well, but trying to solve a question that you have never seen before while talking at a hundred-miles an hour is not easy. I am obliged to talk at a hundred miles per hour because otherwise, I would just look like I was stunned into silence.

I think the male brain just isn't used to having more than one part of the anatomy work at the same time.

Note to self : Never use dirty bag as pillow again.

Don't ask me why I am wasting my gap year teaching at a secondary school and waking up at an ungodly hour that is even earlier than duing my secondary school days.

I need to go back to Malaysia to take care of the following;
a. acne
b. driving lessons
c. cycling lessons;
in order of descending priority. =(

I used to think that there is is a limit to human stupidity, but nowadays I am not too sure =(.