now that i have irrevocably screwed my prelims, the latest annoyance in my life is my web browser which has suddenly started speaking chinese. i don't speak it; i don't understand why my bloody computer has to. as maintained earlier, i hate technology because it always finds a way to screw up on you. i have no idea why all my web apps are running on chinese and i swear i didn't attempt to make any fancy adjustments which could have accidentally altered the default language or anything. all i know is that all the fucking words in the boxes are now in chinese, and thanks to this bit of programming genius, i just clicked the 'clear post' instead of 'publish post' button at the bottom of this page and lost my previous blog entry. which really pisses me off because how the fuck am i supposed to know what 'publish post' translates to in chinese? this, i say, is cruel.

anyway, the end of prelims means that there's only one thing left to look forward to, and that's the A levels! in fact i feel so deprived now that i actually wonder what having a social life will be like, or learning how to enjoy shopping and movies again. i guess in the larger scheme of things i'll probably look back at this phase and think damn i was whiny, but hey when you're actually laboriously chugging through stacks of half-completed/undone/nonexistent tutorials everyday and forcing yourself to soak in knowledge as if your brain is a spongebobsquarepants, who's to say that you're a compulsive complainer? in fact, the aforementioned task is so formidable that the same courtesy ought to be extended to those of us who merely envision it. after all, i'm sure you've heard the saying it's all in the mind!

oh and yes i believe mark couldn't have put it better when he said that "the A levels are a collection of every fucking useless thing that can be found on the face of the earth". like, just imagine how knowing the derivation to Kepler's third law of gravitation would enhance your sex life! oops, did i just say that? what i really mean is that learning about the theories of electric currents and physical chemistry and human biology is a waste of time because what we really need are practicals!

as you can see, i think i have a while to go before my transition into *ahem*scholarmode is complete.

or then again, maybe it is, because what we don't know about these scholars is that underneath their androgenous glasses-and-geeks guise, they all harbour secret fetishes and closet libidos. and, given their advantage of having constant close access to each other's living quarters, they actually get it on more than most of us, which is how they manage to pull off their studiousness with such chaste and cunning, since all -energies- have already been spent on the real thing. yes and this is such a deeply disturbing and disgusting thought that i'm going to stand in the corner now and pretend it never crossed my mind or that i published it here on my blog where i hope it has traumatised everyone who's read it.

-covers her ears and jumps up and down in an attempt to erase the last memory-

and, apart from that, nothing else has been of much interest except that i played a really great game of floorball yesterday after bio paper. and even though i ended up with a really huge purplish bruise at the base of my neck thanks to some over-vigorous (and most rambunctious!) play, i have to say the physical activity was really invigorating! in fact 'twas not only good exercise, but also an excellent release of all the pent up stress from studying (or failing which, pretending to study) so hard these past few weeks.

teehee, what a way to end prelims with a BANG, wot :)