Teddy Geiger: who the hell?

I'm 14 hours to my last paper for the prelims and 42 days to my A Levels, and I'm up here. Fine.
I really need to blog, or else my fingers will start to curl backwards and degenerate. These 2 days haven't been eventful, other than the hype in my neighbourhood over the noise pollution brought on by the bird-culling squad. Other than that, everything's mundane.

Just a little over 6 months ago, I grabbed a copy of Teddy Geiger's Underage Thinking off the shelves of the local CD shop after much hesitation; I wasn't prepared to invest in something I wasn't familiar with. For all those out there who are clueless as to who TG is, just google his name and you'll get a gazillion outputs of fanclubs and girls awing over him. Alright, he's an 18-year-old guy from the US of A who plays the piano, guitar, drums and sings like John Mayor. Yeah, that's him. Okay, so when I popped that CD into my dying discman, the sound just blew me away. 'You mean he's 18?! He sounds as though he's sung so many songs his voice's gotten all raspy and deep.' Then talk about the 'cute' factor. Seriously, he isn't a real killer. It's his eyes which are doing the job for him. People would probably, at this point of time, dismiss him as a 'contacts' guy, but no, I don't think those soulful blue-grey eyes can be put together with contacts. Then his music. I think that's the most important part of the whole package, because what's the use if you look hot and all you sing is broken notes? So yah, I'm totally in love.

Prelims over, making way for the big A's

Just when I was complaining about how manageable Chemistry Paper 2 was, my ego took an ultimate hit when I was doing Paper 1. I wonder if I did anything to offend the setter of the paper to deserve such mind-bogging questions. It's all over and done with, so no point bemoaning.

I probably bowled for the first time in my life, with one game all to myself and my peeps. *waves* It's like the easiest sport I've ever played. No skill needed, no professional gear needed, just pure clean fun with a tad of quirkiness. Well done, peeps.

Okay, so everyone's making the mad 100m dash. Am I? I'm all lackadaisical and nonchalant even til now. I don't know where I'm going to find all the motivation and that extra-huge push. Someone please.

Sweet 18, paradoxical year

Who says that birthdays are special. This year was a huge dampener because of the Prelims. So instead of enjoying the 18th year of my existence, I had to crank my brains and shovel Chemistry into my head. Yuck.

But friends will be friends, and they know exactly how to make you feel at the top of the world. Thanks alot, peeps. This year's a paradox, because we're deriving joy from pain. But no matter how much tears and sweat we shed, it's for a cause. Love you all, people.

P.S: Thankies to my babies (Sub, Sit, Ducky, Kumu and S13 peeps) for making this miserable day alot better. Thanks to my sis (you can stop grumbling now), my all-time best friends (HongYing, LiYan, Jane), my NHSS friends and all netizens who wished me. God bless.

Holding back my mad mutters, but not for long

I tried to curb the temptation to blog these few days, so there'a a reason why my last entry dated way back. I dunno, but I'm feeling the stress, and the worst part of it is my motivation's running out, especially when I get so frustrated if I can't solve a problem. I'm hating every moment of it, but I know I can't just stop dead in my tracks and turn back. Look, this is a bloody hat-trick by the education system, and that's by issuing you a one-way ticket (to hell for some of us). So it's do or die. Okay I really need to get some stuff off my chest.

Steve Irwin. Yeah, when I saw the report on MSNBC, I thought the server just got hacked. I used to think this guy was crazy, always shoving his head into the wide open jaws of crocs and weird creatures. I guess getting killed by a stingray isn't something spectacular. I still salute him, no doubt.

Soccer. When I thought my soccer fever died down, it came back with an additional bout of nausea and head aches (literally). Long at last, Singapore managed to hold back the arrogant China coach. He should consider planning his retirement soon, if his previous words still hold. Meanwhile, Euro 2008 qualifiers are killing me. I don't watch the matches (even if I was dying to), but I love the results. I love the way my boys in the Germany team hit home 13 times over San Marino. Phenomenal. I love the sweet revenge taken by the Frech over Italy. I totally love soccer.

Math for the soul

I’m never a firm believer of luck and fate, because whatever I wish to find in life is entirely in my hands. But at this moment, how I hope that some saint would drop me some manual for a crash course on Math D. I’m still trying to figure out my J1 topics and, at the same time, hopefully excavate some helpful studying strategies for statistics.