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The scenery reappear before me like a looping ancient film grained movie, everyday without fail. I'll come across the magnificent facade of Hwa Chong and Chinese High, those beige towering buildings shining its glories towards any vehicle passing along Bukit Timah Road. Behold the effulgence of the fiery sunset cast upon them, for Hwa Chong will shine till eternity.

There, at the bus stop nearest to King Albert Park, traffic started to slow down. I looked out ponderously and saw two persons seemingly engaged in a mundane conversation. Nothing much to see, or so I thought, as I shifted my focus to this haggard woman sitting by the tree, weeping. Two motorcycle helmets lay beside her. She was barefooted, legs stretched towards the road. One of her hands overlaid her face as she made obvious agitated movements, that of crying. My immediate reaction was to examine the road for crushed vestiges. No. I'm holding back the truth. As if I'd heard her mournful cries, I thought I would find a corpse lying cold somewhere on the tarred path. Nothing was picked up. On went the bus and the chapter closed abruptly, without me yearning to know what actually happened.

Miraculously, I wasn't late today. It's worth some approbation. Come on man! Hurray Hurray Hurrah Hee Hee (sinisterly)!

I was nearly denied of my recordings at the Physics practical due to one malfunctioning thermistor. It repeated gave me the same readings no matter how much heat was fed. 0.02 amperes, 0.02 amperes, 0.02 amperes... The worst thing was that something was actually dissolving in the water (the thermistor most probably) that the seemingly pure water turned into a chalky solution, that of carbon dioxide passing through limewater. Changed to another themistor which gave much more incredible results. The ammeter shot to the maximum albeit the absence of heat manipulation. Oh well. Slap me [misQuoted, Psyclone] please. Slap me three more times. I had to rummage through the pile and selectively pick one which I thought was alright. What a waste of time.

Gracious me, Mdm Yeo finally came up to me sprouting a sinister smile on her motherly face. "F-math must practice more har." Ouch, it really hurts. I'm a terminal guilt-stricken patient awaiting immediate attention. Where are all the doctors and nurses when I need them? Sob... [Status: Mentally unStable]

The yellow cab hovered through the orange expressway like a racer, immersing me in a Daytona-like atmosphere. The only difference was that it wasn't me driving (which was pretty obvious) but the caring uncle cabby who, upon hearing that we were in a hurry to reach Terminal One, sped through as though the expressway belonged to him. The speeding alarm kept going off (you know, the ding dong, ding dong), rendering me dizzy. But the sheer excitement of watching the cab take over other vehicles kept me awake. Occasionally turned and peeked at the speedometer. It registered an average of 120 kilometres per hour, which was way past the limit. COOL!

Oh well. Dad left for Japan. Kelv's in Japan. I'm in Singapore. Duh. I'll have to make sure I secure a plane trip to LA this November. Pray hard for me if you're my friend. Pray hard for me too if you aren't. =)

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