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I’m on the brink of concussing, but I’ll survive this entry.

Alright, so the security guard locks the tutorial rooms at Engine at 2pm. Point noted, so we won’t head there to study on weekends, unless we wish to be chased out. Jack was joking about Mr. Security wanting to lock up earlier so that he could go home and do naughty things with his wife.Oh man.YIH was a disappointment, because the study room is always full, and it was packed to maximum capacity with students who have gone nuts studying; those people basically camp there towards the examination period, with piles and piles of reference books overshadowing themselves and food packets all over the tables. Welcome to NUS. The National University which never Sleeps.

But I adored Supersnacks at PGP. It is the haven for waffle-loving muggers (*winks at Kailing*), since we always end up smelling like overbaked waffles everytime we step out of there.

As proposed by Jack, Vivocity seems like the ultimate family propaganda location the government has built to nudge us people into getting married, having babies, etc. A 30-minute takeaway dinner at the top of the amphitheatre saw families herding their children up and down the stairs, and those little tods behaved just like little packs of energy, bursting up the steps like it was the most enjoyable activity in the world. And the entire roof was swarmed with couples at every corner. Oh man.

Thanks to the “P.K match”, my backaches are knocking the daylights out of me. Whatever you have, bring it on.
Haha.