Hi all!
I'm currently hibernating in the school library for another hour, since I have 'completed' the first bloody part of the UN essay introduction, amidst laughter from Christine, Yan Ming, and of course, myself.
And the amazing thing is that there's like no one in the school library except for me and this other guy from 3406. So, it's like very calm in here because we're all left to our own devices and that there's no one to peep at what I'm writing here, or even know that I'm blogging, and that, world, is a comforting thought in itself.
Come to think of it, UN research is driving us people nuts. Me included. It's like extremely hard to dig into all the confidential files, and extract information (not that I'm complaining, of course!) AND after that, read through chunks and chunks of words that make me go cross-eyed. Seriously, world, give me a break. Me and Yan Ming were like scanning through the whole 12 shelves full of UN stuff, and let me tell you, it was HELL. Not only do we need to read every single article there ever existed in those dusty files, but we had to squat and read through dozens of yellow paper stuff. Not funny, mind you. And to think that I want to major in Political Science when I get to university. Second thoughts popping in now. I mean, I love reading history, but big and thick books? Um, who am I kidding? Myself?
On another note, maybe I should, you know, get more in touch with the outside world, because, as it is, I live in this teeny weeny shell which spans not more than 5km in radius, and also, very dull. I need a boost, and UN might just be the much-needed break. And being more UN-proactive, in order to score well for the upcoming case studies which I prognosticate that we are going to be spending lots of precious individual time over, I HAVE TO READ. Yes, world, READ. It spells 'READ'.
Since I have spent quite a substantial amount of this entry dedicating it to UN and its many many problems, I thought that I should be light-hearted here. Hahaa.. IT'S THE FUNKY MONKEY!!!
Ok, where did that come from?
Firdaus cut his hair! Botak! Oh gosh, he looks so different. Hard to admit, but he looks quite good. Not that hot shot kind of good-looking, but nice to look at. Not bad. Initially, when I was sitting with Christine (she insists I spell her name this way instead of X-tine), I saw Farid entering the school, with this mat in white cap. And I didn't recognise that mat because I thought that it is perhaps one of Farid's friends. So, I was partially right. And I finally knew who that 'white cap' guy was. Firdaus. I saw them outside the staff room, and he saw me. He went all wide-eyed, perhaps because I had just cut my hair, and yessa, people, I look different. To a large extent, no?
I was like, "Ok, so now Firdaus and Farid knows I cut my hair. Oh goodness." Because I hadn't intended both of them to be the first peoples to see my new look. I wanted it to be Isyah or Farhana, see? Enough rants. Woah..enough is enough. Whatever.
It's 1310h, and I think I have to go off now. Basically, quite a fruitful entry, but I really need to get started on my research on the YOM KIPPUR WAR, THE SIX DAY WAR AND THE INDIA-PAKISTAN CONFLICT OVER KASHMIR.
And now, I'll go, "Ape seh UN...Buat susah hidup orang je..."
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I'm currently hibernating in the school library for another hour, since I have 'completed' the first bloody part of the UN essay introduction, amidst laughter from Christine, Yan Ming, and of course, myself.
And the amazing thing is that there's like no one in the school library except for me and this other guy from 3406. So, it's like very calm in here because we're all left to our own devices and that there's no one to peep at what I'm writing here, or even know that I'm blogging, and that, world, is a comforting thought in itself.
Come to think of it, UN research is driving us people nuts. Me included. It's like extremely hard to dig into all the confidential files, and extract information (not that I'm complaining, of course!) AND after that, read through chunks and chunks of words that make me go cross-eyed. Seriously, world, give me a break. Me and Yan Ming were like scanning through the whole 12 shelves full of UN stuff, and let me tell you, it was HELL. Not only do we need to read every single article there ever existed in those dusty files, but we had to squat and read through dozens of yellow paper stuff. Not funny, mind you. And to think that I want to major in Political Science when I get to university. Second thoughts popping in now. I mean, I love reading history, but big and thick books? Um, who am I kidding? Myself?
On another note, maybe I should, you know, get more in touch with the outside world, because, as it is, I live in this teeny weeny shell which spans not more than 5km in radius, and also, very dull. I need a boost, and UN might just be the much-needed break. And being more UN-proactive, in order to score well for the upcoming case studies which I prognosticate that we are going to be spending lots of precious individual time over, I HAVE TO READ. Yes, world, READ. It spells 'READ'.
Since I have spent quite a substantial amount of this entry dedicating it to UN and its many many problems, I thought that I should be light-hearted here. Hahaa.. IT'S THE FUNKY MONKEY!!!
Ok, where did that come from?
Firdaus cut his hair! Botak! Oh gosh, he looks so different. Hard to admit, but he looks quite good. Not that hot shot kind of good-looking, but nice to look at. Not bad. Initially, when I was sitting with Christine (she insists I spell her name this way instead of X-tine), I saw Farid entering the school, with this mat in white cap. And I didn't recognise that mat because I thought that it is perhaps one of Farid's friends. So, I was partially right. And I finally knew who that 'white cap' guy was. Firdaus. I saw them outside the staff room, and he saw me. He went all wide-eyed, perhaps because I had just cut my hair, and yessa, people, I look different. To a large extent, no?
I was like, "Ok, so now Firdaus and Farid knows I cut my hair. Oh goodness." Because I hadn't intended both of them to be the first peoples to see my new look. I wanted it to be Isyah or Farhana, see? Enough rants. Woah..enough is enough. Whatever.
It's 1310h, and I think I have to go off now. Basically, quite a fruitful entry, but I really need to get started on my research on the YOM KIPPUR WAR, THE SIX DAY WAR AND THE INDIA-PAKISTAN CONFLICT OVER KASHMIR.
And now, I'll go, "Ape seh UN...Buat susah hidup orang je..."
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12/08/2006 12:54:00 pm
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