Serious Thought of the Day:

Singapore will cease to exist in 100 years.

Yeah, it isn't that far away if you think of it. You and me will probably be six feet under. But your children will most likely be affected, and your grandchildren WILL very much be affected.

Richard was telling us about this in VPEss class. I like these though-provoking/inducing moments when he brings up something worth racking your brain over. So. When sea levels rise by six sexay metres, Singapore will be very well underwater. And that would happen in 100 years' time. So, treat your "Malaysian uncles and aunties well". Mr Richard Rich Guy(lecturers are zedding rich) contemplates buying a piece of land in Malaysia, cause "they have all the land". Planning for the future huh.

Think Venice man. Sinking inches by inches per year.

I was reminded of "The Day After Tomorrow". GMOomgGMOomg water water everywhere. Sick. To me, water and fire make up the Worst Death Scenarios.

The Lost Island of Singapore. :[

Okay at least i know i love my country now. :]

Maybe we could try Holland's way; keep the water out with the help of technology. Shouldn't be too hard, considering the 704.0 sq-km size.


Sidenote of the Day:

I have a horrendous dislike of OVER-APOLOGETIC people who say "sorry" in multiples of three, like some over-enthusiastic PRE-NURSERY kid.

No, i didn't even do that when i was five. Yeah, please take note that saying "SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY!"(fast-forwarded tyvm) doesn't maximise the effect of the used-largely-enough social word and remove 100% of the damage done. Instead, it gets on people's nerves.

Like this POLY girl, she was stepping on my shoelace while boarding the bus. I said "Excuse me" and pointed down at my poor shoelace which is black enough, complete with wax and all from TexMan. She was LIKE OHH EMM GEE. I should have expected. I wouldn't have spoken had it not hamper on my progress on getting up the bus.

Which leads me to. I have a severe loathing for frettish(read: ganjiong/tendency-to-be-flustered) people. Chill man, everything's gonna be alrightttttttt. Ohwellxzxszxzzxzs, i guess that leaves allowance for 'cool' people to exist.

To remind myself constantly of these things so that they don't get chucked to the back of my brain:
1. Pack, pack, pack, CNY is daysssssssss away. (I don't really care but it is a SOURCE OF MOTIVATION dangit.)
2. Rip more.
3. Get a job. (I dunno where the one Vivian got went.)
4. Put in moreMOREmoreMORE effort in schoolwork. (This is gonna be tough.)
5. Stop deceiving myself that "I CAN'T DRAW!" when looking at my sketchbook. (But i really can't. Ohno, Ethel says that EVERYONE CAN DRAW. :])
6. DIEdyeDIEdye. Yes, dye job. I'll get the grey right this time.
7. Be OFFCIALLY multi-talented.
8. Do something that i am not supposed to do before i turn one-eight. Sounds painful. Thus.
9. Not to be reminded of my age.

And.

I've got work to do.