Take a peek

I was out studying today, and i took a few pictures. I came home from studying to walk my dog, and i took a few pictures yet again.

Those little droplets there are rain drops, for those of you who don’t know how rain drops look like.

Rain rain on a study-day

Pi is 3.141592654

The road to home.

The neighbourhood

I’ve been feeling really lethargic these days…

Not a Polaroid Picture

These pictures are a from a pretty lot that i’ve found over the internet. So therefore, these wonderful works of a camera lens are not mine to claim. Enjoy it though because after this post, you may never get to see it ever again.

Orchard Road

A cleaner's neverending task along the bridge of Foodcourt 3

Irony

It’s ironic.

As relaxed as this semester may be, the modules and assignments are just out to obliterate us all.

Just kidding, not obliterate but perhaps to make us all scared shitless.

Maybe.

I know what i’ve to do.

Not here for a long time, just here for a good time

We all swear and spew vulgarities at some point or another. Some more than others. And i’ve been swearing pretty much of late due to certain stuff but most of my words will have to relate to this really unexpected game called Mario Kart. I’ve came to the conclusion, through violent and sweatbreaking competitions my fellow classmates contest each other with and well, me, that playing Mario Kart makes you swear. Even if it does not, it does piss you off either way.

While many other students are on a hiatus, away on holidays and enkoying whatever precious moments of youth they have to relax and play, here we are, sitting at our desks studying for upcoming but dreaded (not anticipated) assessments and rushing assignments, sipping on our coffees with panda eyes, battling narcolepsy. Yet our minds can’t help but wander and think of Christmas (Yay!) or at least the 3 weeks break that lie in wait come December 6 (my birthday! Yay again!).

Nevertheless, there’s always time off for friends like Norman who came all the way from Kuching to visit. The last time we saw each other would have been 3 years ago at a convention that my school (then) sent me to. He wasn’t here for a long time, but we definitely had a good time. And afterall these years as a Singaporean i finally visited the Asian Civilisations Museum by the Singapore River. And here are a few pics for you to enjoy.

Red is velvet. I look damn poser with that dumb "look away" look

I shall upload the picture that we took together some other time in a separate post. The internet has been a little slow as of late. I guess it’s because everyone’s much more free right now. Oh wells. Complain complain.

Was chatting with alexa a while ago…

Luke: i did some random iq test on facebook and i scored 140.
Alexa: well they say that if you score like 135 and above you’re gifted.
Luke: =D
Alexa: trust me, you’re not.
Luke: okayy… why not?
Alexa: if you are you wouldn’t be in poly right now.
Alexa: and you don’t even know you’re “gifted” until you asked what 140 is.
Luke: i did an advanced iq test and i scored 156?
Alexa: just luck.
Luke: I think so too.

Right.

If math…

With my schedule and life tagged with a post entitled “Out of Control”. There wouldn’t be any better activity than to just stop, and think. And the results can be scary and amusing as I start to look at everything through the eyes of mathematics in play. There are many equations that makes our surroundings – buildings, vehicles all play with numbers. This time, it’s my turn. So here’s something i wrote. Agree or disagree, love it or hate it, right or wrong, a decimal point off is just basically your problem.

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If life was like math, it’ll be like a plotting a graph of moments (high-low) vs length of life. And it will be the way a graph should be. It has a peak and a trough. It has a median that marks our day to day routines, as there will be quartiles. And it’s gotta have a scale, like how we humans like to rate thingamajigs based on numbers. Coordinates are mere (important) dates that we have to take special attention of. And equations always make the graph special. A point will be deducted though, for the absence of a title (of your life). If life was like math, it won’t be a connect the dots (or x-es) kind of game, it’ll be a 12-mark give-away question.

If life was like math, it wouldn’t matter how many problems you had. There would always be solutions.

If life was like math, inequalities would exist, but by O Levels, everyone would know the simple formula to solve them.

If life was like math, you would learn something new every year, but each new discovery would simply be an extension of something comfortable and familiar.

If life was like math, you would always get partial credit for showing you worked hard, even when you made stupid mistakes.

If life was like math, the concept of “identity” wouldn’t be any more complicated than x=y.

If life was like math, it would be easy to tell the difference between what is rational and what is not, what is real and what is imaginary, what is positive and what is negative.

If life was like math, every person, every experience, and everything in life, no matter how negative they may seem, would have an absolute value that was completely positive.

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Whilst studying painstakingly for Engineering Math last year

My macro calculator

There are times when you wonder why you study matrices...

You know, to me, you’re less than three. And i’m done with this melodramatic entry.

Wish you were here.

This has, perhaps, been the most hectic week since school reopened 5 weeks back. And this whole week has mainly been filled with graphs, calculations and a math test which i foolishly made an error which i shouldn’t have. Basically, i thought that π divided as so:

π/6, π/5, π/4, π/3, π/2, π. When in actual fact it is wrong (i knew it was wrong but i didnt know where i the problem was). Until Marwin (which helped me pretty much for the test), told me AFTER the test that it was supposed to done in another way. I wont type in the corrections because it can be depressing.

But just by knowing that this test is over, it just gives me a sigh of relief. It’s not like it happens everyday but when it does, it drives droves and droves of students, afraid to fail, to procrastinate and study. Which i can be very sure, none of us in actual fact loves it. Except for the sadists secretly laughing at a corner because they like to see the pain and suffering of students mugging.

Have been contemplating about certain (but it’s more of alot, really) stuff the past week and somehow i found myself regretting some choices i made. As the saying always quip, “let it go”, it’ll not be long before i stop dwelling on the past and take a simple step of faith forward. I guess i’m alright then.

Then again the haunts of school work are already knocking on my door. It’s back to more projects and calculations.

I’ll see you when i do.

Thoughts

I’ve been blogging really often these days and as for this entry, all i wanted to do was to write about some recent things i’ve been meaning to blog about and well – i started writing this instead.

A few things that i realised through the past 1.5 years in SP.

1. Your friends will change alot.
2. Taking naps in the middle of the afternoon with reckless abandon is the love.
3. You only have one shot at being a freshie.
4. Caffeine is not a substitute for sleep and your body would thank you for enough sleep.
5. Excuses are for secondary schools.
6. Running into people you haven’t really talked to in a year can be immensely satisfying.
7. Help is rarely as far away as you think it is.
8. It’s true: sometime’s travelling back and forth to school for a gruelling 1.5hrs is a pain. But it taught me how to keep standing, even when there’s no space to breathe or when i just feel like taking a break.
9. Sometime’s it’s okay to do silly things.
10. People screw up – in classes or relationships or whatever else. At SP, it’s pretty much bound to happen sooner or later. Rather than beating yourself over the head, it’s better to just dust yourself off, learn from your mistakes, and get back up swinging.
11. All-nighters are overrated.
12. 400 things can be going on in school at the same time while you’re fretting on having 8 to 5 lessons for a day in a week.
13. It’s impossible to describe how time can pass while you’re having fun in school.
14. And this is the only time in our lives where our only responsibility is to learn.

I guess i pretty much said it.

Brain experiment.

Studying, is like a brain experiment. It’s full of reasons and mystery that surround this particular system. Studying has baffled scholars and dumbasses throughout the pages of history and now, viola, it’s my turn. It’s not like i can help it. Schooling is definitely fun as crap when you get to know nice people but as of all students exams and tests can be a bitch.

Like the nature of all experiments, some do go wrong and in the aspect of studying we call it burning out. And some are sucessful and we basically just call it “eureka”. It is, however, just a fine difference that separates an experiment gone wrong, and a successful one – the process.

Screw elitism though.

It’s 12 in the morning.

I never knew
I never knew that everything was falling through
That everyone i knew was waiting on a queue
To turn and run when all i needed was the truth.