dear internet,

how i have missed the smell of your morning breath, your company in the afternoon when my brain goes on screensaver-mode, and your loving embrace in the evening just before i leave. ive missed u so badly it feels so right to be back here banging away at the keyboard, and having you, my dear receptacle, accept all my rubbish and yet not judge me for it. i promise u'll never go hungry for as long as i can help it.

and so, this week has seen me taking the second series of exams. 2 more weeks, 50 more hours of brain-wringing, and i'll be done with this first stage. yippee! i counted the no. of exam hours for these 4 torturous weeks, and guess what's the grand total? NINETY NINE hours. now that's more than just an A-star. that's a frigging one point shy of a perfect score. ive written so much my right middle finger is callused from all the writing. and it's an all-too-familiar scenario as the last minutes tick away before we're to put our pens down: id look at my watch and go 'alamak!' before scribbling away madly. i always start off writing neatly and underlining the answers, labeling the diagrams blablah but as time slips away ever so quickly, whatever gd intention i have will be thrown out the window as i wld rather solve as many questions as possible.

for my econs A-levels essay, i rem each line usually had about 10 words at the start, but for the last page, i think there were about 5 words max for each. i wrote like an illiterate person wielding a pen for the very first time in his life. my words were large, cursive (read: squiggly) and were downright an eyesore to read haha. history's gonna repeat itself these 4 wks. and god bless the soul of the person who's gonna mark my organic chemistry scripts. i think my crude drawing of dinitrophenylhydrazone at the end has to be the largest and most lopsided version he has ever come across in his entire chemistry career. that's no mean feat im telling u. the benzene ring i drew occupied about 8 lines haha. i had no choice as i knew i was down to the very last minute and my pencil was racing across the paper. lets just hope his red pen doesn't race across it too.

recounting such fiascoes hardly seems to be heartening, so i shall move on to something else. i went out earlier this afternoon alone for a jaunt, and i took a bus to velizy. the journey's about half an hour, so i was sitting there listening to my ipod for abt 10 mins into my ride, when this mum and her baby girl boarded and planted themselves 2 seats in front of me. the baby girl was a real-life mascot for disney, everything on her was disney-related. shoes,socks, skirt, top, jacket, bag and water battle. and oh my gawd, i dun think ive ever heard a baby emit that kind of noise. she wasn't screaming or throwing tantrums, she was singing. and by singing, im not referring to melodic warbling that will keep u enchanted and spellbound. spellbound i was indeed, but for the wrong reasons. i couldn't tell what was making this weird sound at first, so i removed my earphones and boy was i shocked to see that it came from the baby. she's 3 years old at most, a cute cuddly bundle of joy who, if observed thru a silent movie, cld possibly make adults go for reverse vasectomy. tufts of golden-brown hair, a sweet smile and chubby fists clenched and held high above her head. but oh my gawd, the sound she made.. it's like a cat was being raped or some sick cow fell over in mud. i watched in morbid fascination as she was presumably play-acting some disney female role. never underestimate the power of imagination in babies or toddlers, for these young things have an uncanny ability of portraying themselves as anyone they fancy. now, this little girl (let's just name her.. Mélodie hah), i thought she was trying to be jasmine from aladdin as i thought i recognised some parts of e 'song' despite her best efforts at butchering it. but nope, i dun remember any moaning EH-EHH-EEHHH parts from jasmine in the movie. it was only a few minutes later that i realised that she might be trying to be Ariel the mermaid. and i think the part she was imitating must have been the part where ariel met the bad witch or smth, because nothing else could have explained the EH-EHH parts. as for the hands held high above the head, i guess she must have been awestruck by ariel's long red tresses floating in the water. her mum was nodding her head from side to side to the rhythm of the song (if u can even consider it a rhythm in the first place), and it was really painful, yet amusing to watch. either the girl has yet to develop a musical ear, or she'll never have one. that's the harsh reality of it.

i can see her parents 2 years down the road already, with their musical jukebox of a progeny playing her role as Ariel as dutifully as ever in the living room while they are busy somewhere else in the house. and while their little girl's singing with much gusto (dun forget she's 2 years older now), replete with mops as hair-props at the side, her dad would just sidle up ever so discreetly near her mum and ask, "is that our daughter, or is someone fondling a llama in our living room?"

in other news, i'll be going to scotland right after my exams! i'm so happy that i can finally travel. ive not traveled since december, all because i had to stay in to study during my winter and easter hols, and it might all very well be in vain as i dun think i've aced any paper. anyhow, im still gonna have a blast in scotland. id be sure to buy myself a kilt and wear it au naturel, get bagpipes to serenade my dear nessie in loch mond, and... what else? hmm, thats as far as my scottish knowledge goes. oh, maybe i can rival mélodie with my bagpipes if i ever meet her again. let's see who can be more jarring now lol.

i just reread what ive typed and im shocked by how much i crap. sadly, yours truely do not really have any pearls of wisdom to dispense, so here's a feeble attempt:

(i humbly christen it)
le théorème du téléphone- when you dial a wrong number, you never get an engaged tone.

and it is my due honour to say that it's been proven right twice this week. my precious credits argh.