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__ Thursday, December 27, 2007 ;

Went to IMM yesterday. We ate at the place that serves Hong Kong dishes. Can't remember the name lar.. Heh... The food was great!

I love the Iced Milk Tea! There's ice cream on top too! So unique...


The Mango pudding is nice too! Ice cream again... LOL!


Didn't really like the Hor Fun cuz I don't like seafood... But the gravy is delicious lar. :)


Seafood baked rice. Quite nice eh... Heex...


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Results were out yesterday. Was really happy with my results because I expected something lousier. Heex...

EL1101E - The Nature of Language: A-
GEK1035 - Nations & Nationalisms in South Asia: B+
MS1101E - The Modernisation of the Malays: B+
PL1101E - Introduction to Psychology: B-
SW1101E - Introduction to Social Work: A

CAP: 4.1



:)

Hey Shien! Really happy for your 4.9 CAP. It's always the geniuses like you who make average people like me look bad. Hmph... =P

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Was flipping through my primary school photo album recently and memories from the past flowed back. Sigh! Primary school days were the days where I rebelled a lot. My primary 6 form teacher was really a nightmare. She was a fierce woman who was anything but kind. And she had this weird belief that crying = repentance. So, we had to fake our tears in order to be forgiven. I still remember one of my classmates bringing eyedrops to school because he couldn't force his tears out! Haha... Those were the days where being slapped by teachers is the norm and being slaves are our responsibilities. Thinking back, I had no idea how I managed to tolerate that teacher for one entire year. Sigh... Primary School days.... The most restricted period of my life and yet, I had the least miseries. Come to think of it, life wasn't that bad after all.

:)

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2008 is coming soon!

made another new promise ][-
 and broke it again at 2:02 PM ;