Please call Guiness World Records: i found a species more hardworking than worker ants!

had a marvellous pizza dinner! *burp* my last supper? hope not...

indeed Singapore is a loony place. students, around the ages of 19, study at the MacDonald's at Changi Airport at 3 AM!!!

for goodness sake, whatever happened to raging hormones? please head to the closest hangout now, or see a doc asap.

"Singapore is a vibrant country with a melting pot of cultures and traditions. We pride ourselves for improving from boring-fudgey-dudgey to allowing bar top dancing! and the crazy horse cabaret! although we still ban chewing gum... no, no, we are not going to give in to pressures that emanate from across the straits. no, no, we are not going to loose our comparative advantage in the rubber industry. We wish you a pleasant journey. Thank you for flying XXX airlines. Xie xie. Terima kasih. -insert Tamil here-".

and the average ang moh steps out of his plane looking forward to netting a few 'local delights' and WHOA! he sees young people like those in his country, who at the same age would be off smoking pot or contributing to the world's population growth, nose deep inside books, and notes and tutorials.

great first impression, huh?

Etchings on the Prison Wall

the season to save is here. by that i mean not going out and contributing to the Aggregate Demand of the Singaporean economy,because i'm now in self imprisonment. well, actually i can choose to not submit to that, i can choose to play, and whala! my future is so bright it hurts my eyes...

things to do after prelims:

1 my fav CG =)
2 clean my room
3 maybe go back to KL? i'll miss my homey home of 18 years
4 reconnect with friends
5 embark on the path of self discovery ie my niche
6 look up universities and decide, decide, decide
7 spice is nice
8 GP!!!
9 study
10 study
11 study

quite a remarkable list, i'd say.

toast to the great months ahead.

i shan't mince my words: I AM STRESSED.

haih... every two years i get angina that lasts 6 months. and this time it burns real bad, baby.

maybe its a good thing. you know, conservation of energy. angst to kinetic. but actually what i need is brain power, or photographic memory. anything!!!

all i have is my brain, which of course, is better than nothing.

i need an electric shock.

dear boot,

we walked.

we ran.

we're flying.

never touch ground.

=)

the boot and i

jo has an old boot.

there is nothing special about the boot, except that it is comfortable, it is what she has been wearing for the past one and a half years.

the boot is not long lasting, and it has lost its shine, through friction with the ground, or just age, who knows?

and there are holes on the boot, some wear and tear. patches on the sole, on the body, which she has tried to prevent. the shoelaces resist knots. the boot has lost its bind with the foot.

she knows that she does not want to wear the boot into adulthood. it would not suite her ideal lifestyle. it would not follow her to her next destination.

unless, HOPE. HEAL. HUMILITY.

how she wishes the boot would reinvent itself. she wants to keep the boot forever.

in the world according to hope, everything is possible.

the boot must understand. forgive the boot for causing her to trip, and scar her knees real bad- she can. but too many times. distrust and scepticsm gnaw the bond like maggots.

disinfect. the only solution.

the boot shies away.

square 1.

boot, let's take the first step.

i should have, shouldn't i?

heap praises on me!!!

i'm a good samaritan.

now you're probably very sceptical and giving me quizzical looks. but here's why.

i was withdrawing money from the POSB ATM in Clementi, so i stuck my card in and realised there was something inside there. i looked at the user interface, and by golly! some absent minded being had left his card inside the slot, and it was at the stage where i could just about walk away richer. the guy had typed in his PIN.

ah no, i have morals... i couldn't pounce on some poor guy who probably received a phone call from his mistress whose water bag just burst right?

so i did THE right thing.

so here you have it. a poorer Joleen.

but right after i handed the card to the inquiries counter at the bank, a random thought hit me. what if the card was left there on purpose? i don't want to be paranoid, but the government has been cautioning about high tech ATM card PIN number robbers. not as if i have much to be robbed off anyway. =)

hope karma is what i think it is.

Germany won. And i feel great.

Fatty's exams are over. And i feel great.

Had Haagen Dazs after dinner. And i feel great.

Monday is Youth Day. And i feel great.

Meeting Michele and roomies tommorow. And i feel great.

There's tonnes of homework. But i'll strive because i can. And i feel great.

i'm gonna get fantastic results for Prelims and A-levels. And i feel great.

i love my life. =)