and omg i can't believe i almost forgot this one!

today, as part of the school's noble plan to educate us to be thinkers leaders and pioneers, our class was given the privillege of attending a learning journey to singapore's largest brewery. that's right, we got to visit a fucking beer factory on the one day we actually get a break from studying for exams. how fucking fun, don't you think?

and once we get to the godforsaken place in the outskirts of nowhere, we get treated to a lengthy hour long lecture on how beer is made. see, the thing is that we've actually just studied the beer making process for our biotech paper, and being the kiasu jc students that we are, have memorised it right down to how the yeast strand of saccharomyces carlsbergenesis is used to ferment lager beer at 4-9 degrees celsius, so the last thing we need on our day out is to listen to some guy with UBE qualifications- which by the way stands for 'unqualified but experienced'; gosh what a witty contraction- treating us like a bunch of preschool kids trying to learn the alphabet.

to add to this, i also have the joy of certain classmates who, for some unfathomable reason, feel compelled to ask questions at every possible opportunity. it's like the moment the tutor/lecturer pauses from his speech to inhale fresh air, they feel this uncontrollable urge to shoot their hands up in the air and vocalise the first coherent thought which they can string together. 'ooh look, i'm a moron and i need to ask some really stupid question which nobody else gives a damn about! and if i don't, i might have a muscular spasm and die now!' it's like some bloody obsessive disorder which you have to be a real freak to be afflicted with. maybe they're afraid that if someone doesn't spoonfeed them with every chickenshit of information they can possibly listen to in their lifetimes, something which they haven't been taught might come out in the exam, and heaven forbid they have to use their little morsels of brains to actually think for themselves! i hate people who ask questions on useless things; it's just a waste of everybody's life.

plus, to complete the celebrations, we get brought to this 'tavern' (ooh wow what a cool name for prefurbished room in the middle of an industrial complex) where we're told that some of us are underaged and therefore we're all not allowed to drink beer. so what do we get instead? good old tap water! not that i really missed the beer of course, since i think that for that buck you might as well drink champaigne which at least isn't made from rotting horlicks and is a hell lot classier, but the fact is that we travelled halfway across the island and wasted a perfectly good morning just so that we could drink tap water. and it's not like the tour was even interesting because all we got to do was pay 5 bucks to look at a mile of big grey tanks which, for all we knew, could have been housing half the world's nuclear stockpiles. why, why???