so i'm on Day Four already of the new school term, and i'm seeing the beginnings of a routine for a monotonous year ahead. school admin has wisened up to our 'but the lecture ended late and we had to walk all the way to the lab' excuse and marked out 10 minute breaks in between successive periods. which means that we will now be unable to arrive halfway into chem tutorial and blame it on heavy human traffic between venues. which means that we get to soak in the full benefits of tutorial sessions for FIFTY WHOLE MINUTES, which i swear is more than any normal human being should ever be subject to in his/her life, especially if it's a physics tutorial at 8.05 in the morning, where any normal human being would still be in a state of semi-slumber.

the 10 minute break actually seemed rather attractive at first, but then when you rationalize how you managed a 10 minute break -anyway- last year (self-instructed or otherwise) and how it saps up a good one hour of your life on long days, which could be better spent on meaningful activity such as sleeping and watching TV, you kinda realise that you've been somewhat shortchanged. and it's worse now, with the new campus, which is so big that 10 minutes isn't enough to steal a quick break to the canteen, and it's too long to let your braincells stagnate continuously in an empty classroom. besides, i was really looking forward to using the 'but i couldn't find my way' excuse for the first month or so. i have been cheated and i don't like it one bit!

had a really long talk with joseph during our long break on tuesday, which i thought could have gone on forever if not for the relentless wind that kept threatening to uncover a comprimising position involving my algae rj skirt.. we were standing at the railing outside our homeroom and having a really fun, yet meaningful conversation, but kept being interrupted by bobo, who found it his duty to remind us that we were 'talking for damn long' and that it was curious why we didn't want to 'go inside and stop talking'. i used to think that all guys were insensitive, unsentimental freaks of nature, but now i'm beginning to realise that most guys have a caring, sweet side to them that comes out only when they're in intimate company with someone they either love or trust very much; it's just the crowd mentality that morphs them into grade A assholes most of the time. i was telling josie that i hated rj because it made nice people come off as superficial acquaintances in cutthroat competition, but josie reminded me that it's probably like that in most jcs anyway, and that you -can- find the one or two gems of friends if you bother to look for them. and i guess he's right; it's the one or two special somebodies who make the whole trek worth your while, even if you'll only enjoy their company for 2 years before an inevitable parting. also, if josie is any gauge of the normal guy, then i have realised that guys look for fun and excitement in a relationship until they're 50, thereafter they treasure steadiness and security as they're on the threshold of heart attacks and can't get much out of even the best sex anyway. which makes a bit of sense, though i think it's unfair that the age probably drops from 50 to 40 from a women's perspective on the issue in most cases, no?