i just got my NUS centennial mug, yey! it's quite nice, and as expected, it's in blue and orange. a teeny bit of yellow for the star, and white for the font color. a while ago in the 10-min break for math lecture, sundeep told us that we can now get the centennial mug in YIH (Yusof Ishak House)...but what I heard was centennial 'MARK', so i thought everyone was gonna get a tattoo or something. hahaha.
and speaking of lectures...this sem, i have five lecture buddies for most of my lectures: siaw ling (girl), edina (girl), sundeep (guy), and rotana (guy). we all sit together most of the time for the lectures of our core modules: physics, math, and statics. what's interesting is that all of us came from different parts of this planet: siaw ling -malaysia, edina - indonesia, sundeep - mauritius, rotana - cambodia, and me - philippines. a while ago siaw ling asked us if we realize that all of us are from different places. sundeep and rotana were sort of surprised probably because they haven't really thought about it, but i wasn't. in fact, i've been wanting to blog about this sometime ago. i just think it's...for lack of a better term...beautiful. i mean, the fact that we all came from different walks of life and converging in one path at some point in our lives...it's just beautiful. we are all diverse yet we are friends.
let me digress. this post is going to be incoherent so just bear with me. i was disheartened upon seeing the headlines for the straits times today. it's about the philippines. my country, my homeland- which is going to the dogs and whose hope is only found in cigarette packets. and by the way, the straits times is one of the biggest and most reliable newspapers here in singapore. so that means, almost every singaporean would have read about the chaotic state of the philippines by now. just recently the cassava food poisoning that killed little kids was also in the straits times, and now my country is making headlines again because of the notorious Abu Sayyaf. this would just reinforce the notion that nothing good ever comes out of the philippines. it's so embarrassing.
the philippine government is so...F*cked up. i do not know how else to describe it.
i have to stop here. or else.
and speaking of lectures...this sem, i have five lecture buddies for most of my lectures: siaw ling (girl), edina (girl), sundeep (guy), and rotana (guy). we all sit together most of the time for the lectures of our core modules: physics, math, and statics. what's interesting is that all of us came from different parts of this planet: siaw ling -malaysia, edina - indonesia, sundeep - mauritius, rotana - cambodia, and me - philippines. a while ago siaw ling asked us if we realize that all of us are from different places. sundeep and rotana were sort of surprised probably because they haven't really thought about it, but i wasn't. in fact, i've been wanting to blog about this sometime ago. i just think it's...for lack of a better term...beautiful. i mean, the fact that we all came from different walks of life and converging in one path at some point in our lives...it's just beautiful. we are all diverse yet we are friends.
let me digress. this post is going to be incoherent so just bear with me. i was disheartened upon seeing the headlines for the straits times today. it's about the philippines. my country, my homeland- which is going to the dogs and whose hope is only found in cigarette packets. and by the way, the straits times is one of the biggest and most reliable newspapers here in singapore. so that means, almost every singaporean would have read about the chaotic state of the philippines by now. just recently the cassava food poisoning that killed little kids was also in the straits times, and now my country is making headlines again because of the notorious Abu Sayyaf. this would just reinforce the notion that nothing good ever comes out of the philippines. it's so embarrassing.
the philippine government is so...F*cked up. i do not know how else to describe it.
i have to stop here. or else.
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