Monday, July 13th 2009

Jeremy Duncan is another one of my heroes. You can find him in "Zits" comic books. He's your typical teenage kid whom I can totally relate to. Despite constantly mumbling under his breath about his parents, he's a pretty good kid, works hard, plays hard. Every time I read "Zits", I feel like studying, so it acts like my motivation while making me laugh.

This is V and I on our way home from Clarke Quay the other night. We were on a crowded bus, squeezed into a one-person seat. Just don't understand why they have to use so much space for wheelchair-spaces. What are the chances of having that many wheelchairs on the same bus? Anyway, we gave up our seat for this old man, so we felt pretty good about ourselves, until the bus became super-crowded and we kept being glared at by this other grumpy old man. Didn't know what his problem was, but I was so relieved to get off that bus.

I've finally discovered Facebook, though I haven't actually done anything on it. It does seem exciting to be discovering something new, and it's actually pretty happening, but I have no idea how to work it. They use different terms and everything! Also, it is the slowest website I've ever been on. Lags like hell! It took me forever to type a poem, commenting on a photo.
It was nice to be greeted with a warm welcome when I went on Facebook tonight, but I haven't accepted any friend-requests or anything. Added a few people, but only because I want to see what they're pages look like. Interesting to delve into each human mind.

Out with Kat and Gerv at Marina Barrage for my birthday celebration. They are two sweet people, they made my choir years very enjoyable. One thing changed, though. They're less loser-fied now, which is a little bit sad since their loser-fied acts brought laughter into any given day.
Anyway, we had much fun taking photos and trying to keep the hair our of our faces. Marina Barrage is a beautiful place to be, the perfect place to write poetry. Too bad it had to be man-made, and the grass is off-green and filled with bugs.

Had tuition this morning. Each session seems to be less enjoyable than the previous one, and I got really upset with a particular question in some stupid paper we were going through. I had no idea what the hell she was saying, and I couldn't express the number pattern in terms of "n". Stupid "n".
One good thing, though, is that I seem to be able to do most of the questions in the papers I couldn't do one year ago (and for the last 10 years, for that matter), but I don't think it's because I started tuition. Tuition must've helped a little, I've learned some things, but nothing compared to the effort I put in during the first half of this year. I taught myself at least 4 years worth of Maths in 5 months, diligently, knowing that it's up to me, if I want it.
Now I realise that I don't hate Maths anymore, I just strongly dislike tuition. Maths isn't too bad when I can do it. Granted, my Maths is far from being perfect, but it's a lot better now than it was before, and I owe it all to the hard work and effort I've put in.
Feels pretty good.