Panthera Sapiens Ellipsis: The Blog

The holidays are here, finally, and I can stop studying without any sense of guilt. Of course, I never had any sense of guilt about not studying, but then I used to have a sense of guilt about not having a sense of guilt. It may sound like I have a complex, but it's the truth. And anyway who said I don't have complexes? It's just a pity that the stupid government Internet service has been on the blink for the past few days so I can't use the computer lab quite as much as I would like. (If I could, this post'd have been typed about, I don't know, three hours ago.) The plus is that it gave me some time to go through some Charmed serials (so sue me, I like fantasy novels of all sorts) and a few old Dahl books. Quite nice, and Dahl has a very nice sense of humour. Very black, just how I like it. (I sound like I'm discussing coffee, don't I? But as Herr Robson will tell you, my coffee is always, always, always very sweet.) The only thing about the holidays is

My last Physics paper was yesterday. My last Biology paper is tomorrow. My last Math paper is on Friday, and my last Chemistry paper... well, that's still far away enough to be perfectly non-stress-inducing. At any rate, I can almost see the worries floating off into the pale blue beyond at the end of every exam. The invigilators' command to put down the pens is almost a relief--I can't understand those people who take it as a signal to frantically scribble down every last line as if their lives depended on it. This post will be a particularly long one, I think, since I have time to kill and the connection is particularly slow at the moment so I can't play Neopets games (and earn back my STOLEN 2 MILLION NP), and anyway I've already started planning my next purchases (after paying Kel for his stolen goods, of course) which will amount to slightly over half a million. And I'll make sure to change my password every now and then, and change my PIN too just in case,

This is a phrase I got out of Reader's Digest, and it means "Oh God"--rather obviously, if you know Dios means God . But if you didn't know before, you know now. Anyway, I've racked up quite a bill in the past few days or so with SMSing Kelvin and Uncle Limp about the AS exams. (Of course, they're taking the A2 as well, but then it doesn't affect me quite so much.) We've exchanged some tips (that turned out to be inaccurate), commiserated (quite a lot), and so far I don't see it stopping. At least the objective papers so far have been dreadfully easy, to the point of insulting our intelligence. (If they were difficult for you, I have three words: Past year papers.) Loads of past-year questions popped out, and it was pretty much a snap. Unfortunately, I made a lot of careless mistakes, most of them due to faulty logic, and more in Biology than in Physics. I've also gone through Pure Math, and it was quite simple too: the formulae were provided,

I have just finished my MUET exam. It is now completely over and I'm just waiting for my Band 6 to come to me. I know this may sound egotistical, but hey, it's justified. I didn't get superb grades in English for the last ten years or so for nothing, you know. I'm not sure if I'm going to get particularly good grades, though. During the discussion bit, my group went off-topic and started discussing international politics instead of local attributes. And the examiners also kept on laughing when I spoke. (I don't have much confidence in my own dazzling wit.) The AS is next Monday. I'm studying, believe me: my room-mate thinks I'm the least-stressed creature on earth, just because I still hum to his mp3 and read very little of my textbooks.

I have rather less than one week left before the AS is upon me and I really really cannot post anymore, so count yourself lucky that I'm so devoted to you as to interrupt my lunch hour to do some typing. But I'll keep everything short anyway. As short as I can make it, which isn't very short. On Friday, I got a haircut. It cost me 35 bucks and looks kinda nice, which is to say that I think it's one of the better haircuts I've had in a long time. Of course, the price was a little steep, but now I know what to tell cheaper hairdressers to do. And the Hanky said I looked good, so...yeah, I think it's worth it to get the compliment outta her. (To prevent speculations, the Hanky is the crush I mentioned a few posts ago. No guessing who.) On Saturday, I met Wolf and went to watch Mission: Impossible 3. It's not too bad, and we did enjoy criticising the film, especially the chase scenes (which, by the way, often defy laws of physics). And of course, the plot was ra

My AS is in two weeks' time, to the day. The first paper is Physics and the day after that is my Chemistry practical exam--and I don't think I've got enough practice with titrations and salt tests. I can't even tell the difference between orange-yellow and yellow-orange, for heaven's sake... Anyway, the guys at the hostel found out yesterday about my impending exams. I shouldn't have told them while playing DotA on Smooth's computer, but there you go. My mouth is unrestrained at the best of times, and while I'm playing DotA isn't the best of times. Right now they're wondering if I belong in some institution because I'm demonstrating so little stress. In fact, I'm worried myself, but not about the AS--I keep thinking it's a long time away and anyway I only need to worry about Chemistry since my Biology and Physics are pretty solid already. And I've never really worried about AS Math before and I'm not starting now. I'm goin