Panthera Sapiens Ellipsis: The Blog

I just found out that I won't be having anything in the way of a holiday for the rest of this year. It might seem a bit of a foregone conclusion, but when one doesn't have any particular plan except a vague "exam at the end of the year", it doesn't really make one sit up and start planning midnight study sessions. I have, however, been jolted out of that little fantasy by the sight of a schedule: my mid-course test one, to be exact. I've a week or so of holidays next month, and I was planning to spend them doing my leftover tutorials and past-year papers. Then my little brother called up from Singapore and said he's planning to use that week (he's got it off, too) to go on a Tour de KL. So it looks like unless I let him go gadding about on his own, I'm not going to be doing any paperwork. And then he's bringing up a new handphone for me (handphones are cheaper in Singapore, remember?) and I really do want to try it out, experiment with it, stuf

I have, as of now, lived on this earth for nearly two decades. It's not much to celebrate, but if everybody will insist on singing Happy Birthday, I can't stop them, now can I? I mean, everybody turns nineteen sooner or later, and at least 300 other people on this earth turned nineteen at the same moment as I did--in the course of this day, about 500 thousand people will celebrate their nineteenth birthday--so, like, what's the big deal? But I do admit to a rather overpowering sense of pleasure in having people that you barely know wish you a Happy Birthday. It's probably just a reaction from the crazy rage from Friday. And, of course, the gifts don't hurt either. I actually derive a sort of pleasure from analysing the gifts: what a person gets for you is a good way to find out their opinion of you and to find out their personalities. Of course, I'm only going to tell you who gave what, a little background information, and you can draw your own conclusions: I&#

I have just finished experiencing the most intense fury and disappointment I've had for some time. Guess what? My Math paper just came back, and from the looks of things I'll be lucky to get a C. Now what you have to understand is that I'm accustomed to doing well in Math, and that means usually As or Bs, more often As than Bs, and almost never Cs. Looks like this is going to be my first time. And one other thing is that I hate to lose. Allow me to restate that. I HATE TO LOSE. And in my terms, intelligence is THE ultimate goal. The better your intelligence, the higher you go in my sight. So far, I've usually managed to stay pretty far up in my own opinion. And that means that when exams come around, I always play to win. That is a nicer way of saying that I turn into SuperKiasuMan and start looking around to make sure nobody is going to be better than I am in my chosen field/s. For your information, my chosen fields are English and Maths. At the moment it's also B

Yeah, yeah, I sorry I haven't posted anything for two weeks, but as usual, I have extenuating circumstances: Today's the first time in two weeks that I've been able to get onto Blogger to post, but I'll explain that in its own place. Two weeks ago, I was down in So Hour visiting my grandparents. Unfortunately, the area where they live (as I mentioned before) is a very remote place. Even my handphone signals die out there, not to mention all manner of Internet access. The closest thing to Internet surfing I can get to there is the local cyber cafe; and being the tight-fisted miser I am, guess what? I didn't even go within 50 feet of the place. (Of course, that had something to do with the fact that it's about half-an-hour away from my grandparents' house, but that's beside the point.) Not, of course, that I wanted to in the first place; it was Chinese New Year, and that means I get to rake in the money--I have plenty of relatives to sponge off when the ne