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[Gravitation Force = GMm/r² where G is the gravitational constant 6.67 x 10^-11...]

Ominous clouds shrouded the sky (must be, but I missed them) before the torrential rain fell upon the dusky streets. It was by far the biggest in the morning ever since the inception of this website. And oh, was it not cold in the bus... The tattooing on the roof top was audible even in the interior... which goes to show how ponderous the raindrops were.

FIY, I was late today, again, but this time it was deliberate. Heh. No attendance marking or flag raising as the class assembled at the swimming pool for swimming lesson. I had to rush in like a lunatic while the instructor lectured the rest on punctuality, how it would hinder the lessons' progress, how time would be wasted, etc. Perfect timing. Thank god I wasn't reprimanded. Humpf. The weird thing was, I was picked to demonstrate the front crawl. ME! The instructor must had regretted her decision after watching me swim full laps. I lacked the ability to propel, though I did pretty neat strokes. Yulp.

Felt so guilty. I gobbled down a drumstick. ARGHHH! SO OILY! SO FATTENING! SO DISGUSTING! I apologise for my uncultured mannerism. I take back my words. Yummy. =)

I did below my expectation for my Physics test. Structured questions were my pitfalls. I failed every part of that section. Miraculously, I did really well for Section A and C, which pulled me out of the pits. I have no choice but to aim for 200% for the Promos.

On the contrary, I did above my expectation for Section A of the F-Math Paper, though I still failed miserably. Hah. I expected to get a single digit score. But I got more than that, which gave me every reason to feel jubilant for a little while. Deep within me, though, I feel utterly ashamed of myself. I promise myself to practice ten problems from any topic each day. It should commence after the completion of today's entry. I hope. Well, I guess I'm one of those stronger ones who're immune to poor results. Let nature take its own course. It's no use being overly distressed. (Obviously, I wouldn't be writing so much if I am)

Tender Fresh has been officially regarded as our class's (or rather, IRCers, TKD kias, whatever) ideal irregular hangout[hideout?]. Hideously located on the third floor of Coronation Plaza (above Tai Zi, another favourite [expensive]hangout), it boasts its ever so yummilicious Lemon Chicken Rice. Decided to try something different for a change today and ordered the fish counterpart. It tasted equally well, but I guessed the auntie could have been more generous with the number of pieces of fish she gave. I was bestowed two puny pieces of batter fried fish while Slim, Dest and Psyclone received innumerous chucks of chicken. Oh well. The place possesses this uniquely tranquil atmosphere which allows us to chat till the cows come home and this was what we precisely did today. We didn't stop yakking till six in the evening. I had a plate full of melted ice with isolated strands of grass jelly floating about before me. Slim said it resembled moss. I said it resembled a gullible act. Ah well. I'm disproving the fact that people don't talk bad about themselves.

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[OOOOOOOOOOOO...............] 60.0%
OPS. Stagnant. This is bad.

Food of the Day
[Tender Fresh] Lemon Fish Rice (Dare to be Different)

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