BANANAS UNITE!!!

It all started with a simple act. I got Jin Yang to buy bananas for me, and he labeled it with "Cheryl's Bananas".

And it ended up like this after various mutations. Apologies to non-bio students.





Mutation by CLpretty (Pretty variant of Cheryl Lee)
Mutation by F3C3 (Flat 3 tri-Cocksters)

First mutation event on 1st chromosome:
Cheryl's Bananas

Mutation on a completely different chromosome (ie another bunch of bananas):
Whose bananas are these then?

2nd mutation event on 2nd homologous chromosome (ie another banana on the same bunch):
Yes, she's crazy bananas.

(In between this and the next mutational event, the chromosome with "whose bananas.." mutation got ablated.)

Mutation event:
C1: Cheryl's Bananas
C2: Yes, she's crazy about bananas

Mutation event:
C1: Old Cheryl's Old Bananas
C2: Yes, she's crazy about bananas

Mutation event:
C1: Old Cheryl's hsemates' Old Bananas
C2: Yes, she's crazy about bananas.

Final mutation event:
C1: Old Cheryl's hsemates' Old Bananas ZY's
C2: Yes, she's crazy about bananas. Gabe's
C3: JY's
(PS, as you will realise, I labeled Jin Yang's bananas but they are too small to be seen)







Apoptosis:
The chromosomes had undergone unrepairable mutation events and activated a protein called "CL53", which led to DNA fragmentation and apoptosis.






Yummy banana smoothie....

Yummilicious!!

It helps to have a good looking lecturer. One that takes ur breath away the moment he smiles. Sigh....






Too bad I couldn't whip out my phone and take a picture without being too obvious... Not when there were only 40 of us, with 20 are jealous potential-prostate-cancer patients. Could only crop it off the internet:(



It definitely helps one to stay awake because you CANNOT fall asleep because he is looking... Those eyes... *brrr...* I definitely felt the restlessness in the guys around me as they squirmed in their seats in jealousy. Or maybe it's because the lecture is on prostate cancer.





Anyway, I do realise that exam times are quite taxing on my wallet. Last year, I indulged in a pathetic box of watermelon which set me back by 2pounds. Today, I found myself in the same situation, craving for cheap ol' wantons, available anytime anywhere back home. Except that in London, the word cheap doesn't exist. I had to settle for this:







Which costs 2.65pds.




Which means that each wonton costs me 60cents!!! URGH!!! I can buy 3 bowls of wonton noodles with that packet!!!!






Urgh!! BUT!!! UMMMMMM!!! I can still feel the taste in my mouth...









Hang on, did I say it was 60cents each???!!! Damn...

Good one, Zi Xie!

Din intend to blog... But I gotta put an excerpt from my msn chat down. I usually try to avoid doing that, since it is rather irritating to read. But it is too classic to miss.

exam reds=.= says:
are u going back?
Human Nature: Fire rekindled says:
i am going back in jul
Human Nature: Fire rekindled says:
when r u staying till
exam reds=.= says:
june 28 till july 16
Human Nature: Fire rekindled says:
OH NO!!
exam reds=.= says:
spending national day in sg
Human Nature: Fire rekindled says:
why so short
Human Nature: Fire rekindled says:
huh???
Human Nature: Fire rekindled says:
do u happen to know tt our national day is in 9th aug
exam reds=.= says:
sg national day 4th of july mah
Human Nature: Fire rekindled says:
HA HHHAAAHA

Classic, Zi Xie!!!

Where's the water cooler?

I made my virgin trip to the library to do proper study today, something unheard of in my pre-21 years. Always preferred the comfort of home, the silence and the convenience of having everything I need around me. Not to mention that the trips to and from take up the time I could have used applying a facial mask.


I didn't dare venture into the library alone. No, I would go under the strict guidance of JY, for without him, I might wonder into realms of hyenas' shriekings and volcanic rumblings (not that there weren't=( ). The first thing he did was introducing me to level 5, the new hq for IC Singsoc. Perfect! I spent the first hour socialising, which in my context, is perfectly appropriate and a relatively short time. After all, the last time I went to the library to join my classmates for some study session 3 years back, it turned into a cards session within half an hour (hence, despite the fact that I did try to go to library to study in JC, it is only today that I did proper studying).

The first thing that caught my eye when I first sat down on Lip En's table was: (My 2 megapixel camera-inbuilt phone ain't very good at taking pictures. Please click on the image to read the note.)


Certain individual(s) may find the telephone number familiar. Of course, I tried my best to hide the full number for victim confidentiality. But by all means, try to call all possible combinations:)

Going to new places is to learn about new things, and it's never too late to learn new things. One thing I learned today, level 5 girls toilet door is not locked. Huh? Yes, it's not locked. I went up to the door, pushed down the handle, pushed the door, felt a great resistance, SLAMMED MYSELF AGAINST THE DOOR and WALKED AWAY defeated. It's normal Cheryl library behaviour, really, to make a fool of herself. I mean, who doesn't recognise the girl who photocopied her own face in the library at lunch time, when the library was most packed?


















But I saw a girl walked in after I left the toilet and I think I never recovered from the humiliation. Honestly, how humiliating it is for me to body-slam the door open, only to let someone else collect my victory:(...

Another thing I learned, the water cooler is on the second floor. Till now, I can still remember Lip En's incredulous face, as he went "Wait, what year are you in? Year 2?" after I asked "Where's the water cooler?"

Oh well, it's never too late to learn new things, is it? It's never too late to learn that the library is really not conducive to study.

Our fate is sealed!

We found a house! We found a house! We found a house!

Ha... Maybe the rest ain't as excited as me but I tot this place was fantastic! Well-kept, proportionate rooms, bright... Just that the kitchen's a little too small.

Over this house hunting, what my housemates repeatedly pointed out to me was, I am quite rash in making decisions. I guess I am, coz I am always quite afraid that I would end up on the streets. It is good that ZY is a contrast to me. He likes to deliberate his moves, so that there would be no regrets. I just hope that he doesn't blame me in rushing him into this when the roof falls on him...

YES ZY, our fate is sealed!!!

David, you are DA MAN!

The 3rd term is supposed to mark the beginning of mugging but instead, I find myself more relaxed than ever and doing something I never thought I would be doing : playing touch rugby.


I had always wanted to play rugby since secondary school but it was only made possible in JC since most secondary schools do not have rugby. Going for touch trainings were the highlight of the week and there was this thirst in me to keep improving. Every night, I would visualise certain moves and nothing less than perfect was enough. I guess that was what caused the crunch eventually. The pressure to perform and the pressure to improve. I had my injuries, which translated from physical barrier to morale barrier such that even when I recovered, my passion didn't return. I had insomnia for months from stressing over reaching a plateau in rugby but to most of my teammates, this insomnia was due to stress over academic work rather than anything else. It was my fault really, because I didn't want to be viewed as a weakling and thus kept everything within me. The vicious cycle continued till the end of the season and I have never touched touch rugby (no punt intended) ever since.


As most of you know, I carried on with contact rugby, which is rather different from touch rugby. So even though I was still in contact (no punt intended again) with rugby, I didn't dare to play touch rugby again. It held too many bad memories and honestly, part of me was afraid that I would feel the familiar feeling of frustration. Every dropped ball, every failed move, everytime I let someone through, it felt like I was hitting a wall repeatedly. I didn't want to experience the same feelings again.


So when David, the newly elected IC Singsoc sports rep, organised a game of touch rugby, I made a lame excuse to myself that I had work to do. But under some persuasion by Ade, I thought that perhaps being out-of-touch (punt intended) for 3 years and being in contact may change how I play and how I handle a game. Boy, was I right! After 3 years of not knowing whether I would dare play touch again, of being afraid to play touch, of trying to avoid touch, all these negativity disappeared within 10mins on the field. I can't remember when was the last time I felt so exhilerated playing touch. Of course, I probably had the same kind of thrill 4 years ago, but it is especially thrilling because this time, I am more skilled than I was when I first started. Same passion, different skills level:P


I had told David of what a turning point he had made in my life. He brushed it off as "it's different playing with guys". It wouldn't matter perhaps to any1, but to me, this is more than rekindling the passion in touch. It is the relief from the burden and regrets that I had carried for years. Finally, I can rest them at peace. I feel like a newborn.


David, you are DA MAN!