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Monday, August 08, 2005

Predisposed Distress

It's the eve of a holiday and I'm miles away from home (actually more like kilometres). Not that I miss home terribly (I just got back from the weekend), but the fact that there's probably gonna be no one around does perturb me a little.

And we all know it's now the 7th month of lunar calendar..... *shrudder* (better not let my imagination run wild)

Just had my 2nd Neurobiology lecture and I'm getting a little worried.

I would think this is really quite an interesting subject if not for the sloppy subject coordinator.

It's the first time in 3 years I'm actually occupying the 2nd row seats in the LT because I desperately need to get as close to the lecturer as possible: so I can read his lips. Honestly, if I don't, I won't catch 90% of what he says. And even with the lip-reading (I believe I'm becoming quite the expert, just after 1.5 hours), I get only 30% of what he says.

Plus, the notes are really messy. Slides all over the place (not in order) with mostly only diagrams (which are not from our text but from some other reference that he didn't bother to tell us exactly which one). HOWWWW???

Now I worry for my sanity as the tune of the Oompa Loompas singing the 'Willy Wonka song' keeps ringing in my ears.

Did I mention that I love Johnny Depp? Yup, I do, even with the tacky hair and too-perfect teeth.

[Time of Confession] 4:17 PM
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