What a Poor Pharmacist Vol. 2 why live life from dream to dream, and dread the day when dreaming ends?
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Sunday, April 15, 2007


picture from imdb.com.

PREPARE FOR GLORY!!!

i think, this post should read "PREPARE TO DIE!!!"

ok for all those who watched the shortest-titled film in singapore, (ok, well, there's 15...) u guys know about some Spartan fellas who wanted to block the invading persian army or whatever into sparta by meeting them at this valley or something, something like a Coulter-Counter apparatus.

problem was, the spartans only had 300 soldiers, (didn't look like they had much armor), advantage of terrain, bravery, and nothing much else versus a mass of like 100000 turkish forces. yup, 10^2.47 vs 10^5, well.. difference of 2.53, slight consolation.

(i didnt watch the movie as it was plotless... might as well play some computer game.)

and SO, i find myself in the similar situation like those 300 poor Spartan bastards ok, martyrs (which is a bad word to use nowadays) patriots. i think only something like God mode could have saved them, or endless bursts of Starfall. but anyway.

exam is coming!!! and i'm starting to get panicky. AGAIN. everytime like that one. study so much, in the end still screw up. FOUR sems liao, still dunno what the hell is wrong. ok FINE, i didn't put consistent effort in studying all the sem, i was like going to lectures and copying, diligently, nodding my head away in unison to the rest, then once coffee break or lecture ends everything is left back at the LT. damn.

ok, not everything.. i think i absorbed still much more than last sem. still, that doesn't explain why i got a C+ for my pharmaco. !@#$%^&*()(*&^%$#@! and why people are getting As all the way. yar.. can't compare, can't complain much either.

then one of the mates brought the issue of stupidity which set me thinking - am i stupid? maybe so, maybe after the operation. without dragging into genetic issues, i've been trumping everyone in pri, sec and JC like wow-bang. but now.. seems like i've met my Waterloo (no, not the toilet) and there are indeed higher beings, more exalted, more blessed with a higher intelligence.

hmm. i dun blame them giving me the B's and C's. guess it's a give and take situation. i'm glad i made it here after all, considering my operation and stuff. eventually, well grades matter when you step out of Uni, but for the majority, i guess all it determines is where you go and how high your pay is.

i feel OLD. haha... 22 years old liao. i look at my 5yo pic and wonder if, by some odd time-travel continnum, could that 5yo boy have ever realised that someone was looking at him, and that he would end up in such a state where he has to mug like crazy?

(refer above) what is glory, when you have die in the end?

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tried to study with nuan again today. i slept, she studied.
conculsion: try again.

Dispense-A-Dream '07
Live your dream!
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