Progress

It’s over! Wooh!

My life sucks. Progress for this fortnight:

19 November: Microeconomics: report
19 November: Globalisation: term paper
20 November: Research methods: term paper (well, almost anyway)
22 November: Democracy: term paper 2
26 November: Research methods: finals
26 November: Microeconomics: finals
28 November: Macroeconomics: finals
29 November: Democracy: finals
29 November: Globalisation: finals

This close, just this close, to insanity.

Update, 19/11: Damn suay…

Update, 20/11: Jialat. Have to pia one more term paper, and then will try to chiong for my finals. Heng. (Yes, my Hokkien comes out when I’m stress)

Update, 21/11: Funny announcement in the library when it turned 12:10am – not the annoying “Level 5 is close” shit. “May I have your attention. We are celebrating Samuel Chan’s birthday. Let us all sing a song for him. [random people singing] Thank you for your attention”.

Damn loser.

Update, 23/11: Gosh, one more week to KL! Yay! (One more week of pure, incessant torture, sure, but look at you. So negative).

Update, 25/11: It’s the final countdown!

Update I, 26/11: Not going to discuss it, but one down, four more to go! Happy thoughts, happy thoughts… Ohh, cute… *ka-bloom*

Update II, 26/11: Happy thoughts. I’ve decided that I’m not even going to bother checking my results when the grades are released. If I did that badly, I’ll find out when they put me on academic probation.

Update, 28/11: It’s like an entire weight lifted off my shoulders. 26 more hours to freedom! I can already smell the smog and the remnants of tear gas of KL!

Update, 29/11: Must chiong, must chiong…. Just one more paper… the end is nigh… I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Or speeding train, not too sure.

Update, 30/11: It’s over. Never been more relieved. Crashed and burn on my last test. But who cares. God, I’m not made for this country.

Help

Hear my cry, O God; listen to my prayer. From the ends of the earth I call to you, I call as my heart grows faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I. For you have been my refuge, a strong tower against the foe. I long to dwell in your tent forever and take refuge in the shelter of your wings. (Psalm 61:1-4)

Peace

Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid. (John 14:27)

Sanctuary

God’s a safe-house for the battered,
a sanctuary during bad times.
The moment you arrive, you relax;
you’re never sorry you knocked. (Psalm 9:9-10, The Message)

P.S. Yes, the stress is forcing this blog to be some sort of Bible verse respistory, or however you spell that.

I’m in the Death Valley

Or island. Same difference.

God, my shepherd! I don’t need a thing.
You have bedded me down in lush meadows, you find me quiet pools to drink from.
True to your word, you let me catch my breath
And send me in the right direction.

Even when the way goes through Death Valley,
I’m not afraid when you walk at my side.
Your trusty shepherd’s crook makes me feel secure.

You serve me a six-course dinner right in front of my enemies.
You revive my drooping head;
my cup brims with blessing.

Your beauty and love chase after me every day of my life.
I’m back home in the house of God for the rest of my life. (Psalm 23, The Message)

When it can only get worse

“The LORD bless you and keep you;
The LORD make His face shine upon you,
And be gracious to you;
The LORD lift up His countenance upon you,
And give you peace.”’ (Numbers 6:24-26, NKJV)

Evil missionary schools

Malaysia has many missionary schools, with historic campuses and the usual historic statutes and crosses and whatnot. Let’s remove them. Why? According to MENJ, it’s pursuant to Article 3 of our constitution, which says:

Islam is the religion of the Federation; but other religions may be practised in peace and harmony in any part of the Federation.

Maybe MENJ would like to use dynamites to get rid of evil Virgin Mary statute. Worked for the Taliban.

I feel so dirty

I’ve been in the library since 9pm last night.

OMG. I’ve turned into a sMUGGER. Granted, I wouldn’t be in the library if weren’t for the fact I was a SmuLACKER all this while. And if you’re confused, don’t worry. You’re probably not from SMU. I’m jealous of you.

Conspiracy

I found the truth:

Rajan Rishyakaran says:
dude, it may be like the truman show. this whole shit may be just for televised amusement of others
Rajan Rishyakaran says:
shit shit… is singapore a real country?
Rajan Rishyakaran says:
no, no, it can’t.
Rajan Rishyakaran says:
gah!
Rajan Rishyakaran says:
i should have known better!

The following message could not be delivered to all recipients:
dude, it may be like the truman show. this whole shit may be just for televised amusement of others

The following message could not be delivered to all recipients:
shit shit… is singapore a real country?

The following message could not be delivered to all recipients:
no, no, it can’t.

The following message could not be delivered to all recipients:
gah!

The following message could not be delivered to all recipients:
i should have known better!

I must find an escape! Wait, would I be censored here too?

Don’t angmoh professors know…

…when they say “grades don’t matter” and subsequently give sucky ones to combat the immense importance of grades in Singapore, they’re not actually helping Singapore have a less grade-focused outlook.