There are 2 crazy campers at NUSTEP (National University of Singapore Tissue Engineering Program), DSO: one called Mohan, the other called Melvin. One goes home late (late means 11 pm) because he has nothing to do at home, the other goes home late because he can't do anything at home.

Mohan is about the 3rd guy who mistook me for a PhD student (I can live with that). But today, someone mistook me for an identitiy that I'd never dream of.

I was at the Biomechanics Lab in Faculty of Medicine doing tests, when suddenly a professor (from Medicine) barged into the room, glanced at me for a second and said, "You must be an exchange student. Help me cut up the cadaver for examination."

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Author's note: cadaver is a technical term for corpse.

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Exchange student. Indeed. Maybe it's my height.

Anyway, the moment after he made that remark, the good doctor (or professor, whichever he prefers) began to demand for a digicam to take photos of the cadaver with.

"I need a camera. You should always have a camera when you're doing dissection. How can you do dissection without a camera? The camera can record the dissection down. I need a camera. Do you have a camera? No? Go and get one, quick! I need the camera."

I'm beginning to like this guy already.

He started cutting up the cadaver while he demanded for the digicam. After a while, it seemed that he had suddenly forgotten the urgent need for the camera, for a camera was brought over but he only kept his eyes on the cadaver.

When he finally finished examing the cadaver, he left as quickly as he had entered, no further mention of the importance of the camera was made. The lab officer just looked at me and shook his head.

Welcome to NUS.

我像忘了时间的钟
一分一秒的过
却不知到
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the time for the last bus was approaching



Managed to catch the MRT home nonetheless. Still I must remind myself to note the time when I do my FYP. Maybe this can help:



'Picture' courtesy of Kangwei

Have to change the context to FYP and school though.....

My wandering mind.....

During a recent trip to one of the LAN shops in Ginza Plaza, I chanced upon a new game Half-life 2. Half-life was the first person shooter (FPS) game from which Counter-strike was evolved. The 2nd version of Half-life should imply much better graphics, additional features in the game plus a storyline (there wasn't much of a storyline for Half-life, just 1 long and tough battle).

Some of my friends don't play FPS games because they have motion sickness - the rapid change in the view shown on the monitor resembles rapid movements, thereby inducing nausea. Speaking of which reminds me of the 1st time I suffered from motion sickness.

*vision blurs and suddenly teleport back to more than a decade ago*

My dad brought the whole family to Superstar Leo on a cruise (to some part of Malaysia, but I can't remember where it was anymore) during one of my school holidays on June. As a kid, I was naturally very excited at the thought of having my 1st journey on a ship.

Day 1 was pretty fine. I spent the afternoon happily exploring the upper decks of the ship where all the entertainment (and restaurants) were.

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Author's note: I was already a glutton back then.

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There was a suggested itinerary in every cabin stating the programmes and meal hours for the 3 days 2 nights cruise. So there I was, making sure I never missed out on a single meal. They provided the standard 3 meals and 2 additional teas, 1 in the morning and another afternoon.

The price to pay for greed came in the late afternoon. I started to feel nauseous, so my dad made me lie down on 1 of the beds in our cabin. Suddenly I feel that my brain was like a buoy, trapped and bobbing around inside my skull as though it was half filled with swirling, turbulent water. Every now and then, my brain will knock against the side of my skull (it really felt that way) and the headache will get worse.

And thus, I was 'grounded' for half a day on a 3D2N cruise, with 1 day already wasted on the late check in and early check out. To make things worse, I had difficulty sleeping at night because the bobbing brain syndrome came every time I lay down on bed. I spent the 2nd day in a semi-dazed state wandering around the ship, feeling upset with myself for being so weak.

Somehow, I managed to sleep well on the 2nd night and seemed to have recovered completely from my motion sickness on the 3rd morning (I judged that from the return of my healthy appetite during breakfast). By that time, the cruise was nearing its end. Quite a disappointment for me.

At least I'm glad to know that since then, motion sickness has not been a problem for me.

Eh, what's up doc?

Every time I see a rabbit, I'm reminded of Bugs Bunny, which further reminds me of his trademark pet phrase. Yes yes, I've been watching too many cartoons as a child.

Last night, I gave up on my Automation in Manufacturing term paper (for the 3rd time? 4th? lost count), and decided to go over to Shijie's place to look at his rabbit's litter of newborns. He has 2 litters of 4 rabbits each, 1 of which is 5 weeks old and the other about 3 days old.

The newborns were still pink and furless, their eyes closed (for the 1st ten days after birth), and they move about by tumbling and stumbling. Just like the newborns of most mammals that you see in documentaries. I held 1 of them in my hands. The little baby seemed to want to get up and hop around, but was too weak to do so.

The newborns could not be exposed to light and were kept in a basket lined with towels, and an additional towel covering the part of the basket and held in place by pegs. The covering was necessary as newborns could not be exposed to too much light. Which also means he can't take photos of them unless he used the night shoot option.

But you shall not be disappointed, for there's photos of the 5 week old litter.

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you:




From left: Milo, don't-know-it's-name-because-it-was-already-given-away, Kopi and anonymous.


I only saw 3 little youngsters hopping around when I was there, because 1 of them was already given to a friend. Shijie told me he named them according to different beverages by the colour of their fur. Milo was so called because its brown (don't see why he can't use Teh or Kopi, they're just different shades of brown), Kopi because it has the greatest area of black (should be called Kopi-O instead).



Name the Rabbit Contest

Come one! Come all! Suggest a name for the rabbit (on the extreme right in the above photo).
Condition: The name must be the name of a beverage that can be found in coffeeshops and it has to match the colour of its fur.
Prize: You get to keep the rabbit!

Yeap, he's giving them away. 2 litters are more than he can handle. Just to give a little introduction, Milo is the kind that can crouch down quietly beside you and let you stroke it, Kopi is hyperactive, always trying to jump out of its cage, and the anonymous rabbit seemed rather sleepy when I arrived. He also wishes to give away the newborn litter when they're old enough. Shijie did say he wishes to keep at least 2 for himself, but he hasn't decided which 2 to keep yet.

Baby rabbits anyone?



To no one in particular: nothing beats the real thing. Don't kidnap your sister's soft toy, get a real one for yourself.

And smile, because ermmmmm......the rabbits are cute?

Revision for HR

Topics of conversation among final year students seem to revolve around only 3 things:

1. FYP progress
2. Career path
3. Graduation trip

On some occassions, a few others would inquire about things like: "Do you have a girlfriend? Going to graduate soon, it'll be harder to look for one when you're working." Since my memory is insufficient for processing 4 applications at once, I pushed the 4th question to the back of my mind.

The HR tutorial I had this morning was regarding work. To be precise, it defined the meaning of work. For an undergrad who has not done any work at all since his enrolment into university, this question seems rather irrelevant. However, I consider FYP to be a form of work (it is research work anyway), and was therefore able to relate to the lesson.

My class spent most of the lesson discussing how "self" (the beliefs and values of a person) affects his idea of work and work attitude, while at the same time, how work shapes a person's mindset and thus changes the "self".

I have to admit that my FYP changed me pretty much. Setbacks are like bread and butter - I come across them almost everyday. I do have this dream of completing this project, completing as in not simply submitting my thesis, but to come up with the final product. However, all I want now is to get the whole thing done with, because there's a deadline approaching. FYP has become something that I have to go through to get my Honours degree.

Next on the list of FAQ is "Have you started looking for a job yet?". Society norm states that if you have not started job hunting, you're branded as either lazy, can't-be-bothered, or fickle-minded. Christopher is one of the strong followers of society norm. I've never taken his remarks to heart (since I know he has my interests at heart), but I could not help being bothered by them somewhat.

Personally, I feel that this dualistic judgement impedes people from giving themselves more room to think. I've been pushing back the decision-making (for my career) to a later date because I know that my mind is currently too clouded with problems coming from all facets of life to allow me to make a rational choice. A career is something that needs to be considered seriously, and I have to wish to rush into it. Not even at the risk of opportunity cost.

My FYP alone takes up a lot of my time. By the time I'm done with it for the day, my brain is too dead tired to ponder over what to do after graduation. In fact, my FYP takes up so much time that I hardly see my friends these days. Due to the location of my lab, I even have difficulty meeting them for lunch or dinner. And when I do eat with them, I'm usually in a hurry to go off.

Some of my friends probably felt that my priority has shifted very much in favour of my FYP. Although I have explained (on several occassions) that my FYPhas a lot of time constraints beyond my control, they were still not able to empathise my situation. Only those with observer/target similarity could do so. Is that a necessary condition for empathy? Or is it because people don't bother to try?

My mindset has always been different from that of most of my peers. I didn't join any orientation activities as as freshman, but I could mix freely with my friends' OG group. I don't share the discomfort of being around members of the other races. When it comes to studying, I always look at the past year exam questions before I look at my lecture notes.

The above are just a few examples of the differences in mentality. I was usually criticised by my friends for doing things the 'wrong' way, but that's just "my way". Embracing diversity is easier said than done.

Despite numerous criticisms, I didn't want to change to suit the norm. I wanted my own identity. I disagreed that doing what everyone else is doing is the best for me. I do not wish to compromise my beliefs and values just because of peer pressure. "I" don't see the point in trying to be "Me", at least not while I'm still schooling.

It is said that establishment of role identities rely a lot on the role support given by people who are close to you (normally family, friends and relatives). In this case, the lack of support for my differences has resulted in peer pressure. I tried not to let this afffect me, because I feel that succumbing to peer pressure is a sign of being weak-willed. I'm not trying to say that I'm too stubborn to listen to advice. There's a line separating doing something because others are doing it, and doing something because you believe it is the right thing to do.

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If you manage to read up till here without falling asleep, you have really great stamina and I thank you for your time. I'm creating opportunities for myself for revising my HR module.

That thick stack of readings is just lying around collecting dust.....

Mr Brain Dead was looking for something around the DSO research room to revive his dead brain (killed by over exposure to radiation), and he came upon the Feb/Mar 2005 issue of "The Ridge"

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Author's note: For those who have no idea, Mr Brain Dead is yours truly and "The Ridge" is a NUS magazine.

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After flipping through a few pages of the magazine, he saw an article titled "The CHOPE". CHOPE was defined as

To reserve or hold something for somebody. Sometimes used in games to
denote having attained a 'safe' position.

The magazine was discussing the local culture of leaving bags behind in the canteen tables to reserve them while the owners queue up for food, and how students felt about such actions.


Personally, I do that all the time during peak hours. It's either leaving at least 1 person behind or our bags behind, and the latter is more efficient. The article in the magazine complained that by doing so, others (people not in the habit of CHOPE-ing seats) were unable to find seats during peak hours. In the event that the non-CHOPE-rs could not get any empty tables, they would have to share tables with someone else, or choose a table that is not fully occupied with bags.

Someone wrote to the editor about 1 such incident and was rudely shooed off by the CHOPE-r when she returned from queueing up for her food. I agree that it was quite selfish of the CHOPE-r to do so. Reserving seats is not wrong if you ask me, just that refusing to share them is.

I have encountered my share of incidents regarding sharing (and not sharing) of tables. There was once when I was already seated down with 1 other friend on a table for 4, and out of nowhere comes a guy who just sits down beside me suddenly, and starts to eat his food. What puts me off is that the guy never bothered to ask if the seats are available or not. He just acts as though my friend and I were invisible.

The 2nd case was while my friend and I were still queueing up to buy food, 2 students (I think they were exchange students) took the table we CHOPE-d. They didn't care that we had left our bags to reserve the table, not even after we told them so politely. My friend and I didn't want to argue with them and moved to another table.

So if you ask me, I think the main issue here is to be polite and well mannered, because the lack of it is what's preventing others from getting seats in the canteen during peak hours.

I always felt that people who wanted to go to Taiwan very much, are the people who have been watching too many Taiwanese variety shows. I did watch "Jacky go go go" on several occasions, and the show did tempt me to visit the country, mainly for its food and natural landscape.

Anyway, I'm adopting the "see-how-it-goes" attitude now and let the others do the planning. Something like what the chairman of the meeting always does.

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This is good: "Yes, we'll do it."

This is not good: "Come up with something better."

Unhappy with anything: *flip the table*

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It's hard to forget how to smile, when everyone around you is reminding you how to
- Tengkia

Volcanoes do not erupt without any prior signs, but these signs are more often than not too subtle to be noticed.

A record-breaking number of 3 volcanoes erupted today.

Maybe it's the increasingly hot weather lately that caused these outbursts. Then again, it could be all the frustrations built up over time due to problems encountered in FYP.

Or perhaps, the problem lies in that we are not sensitive enough.

Sometimes, the person whom you think will never fall out with you, may just get pissed off by you for something you would never expect to be an issue.

Yes, humans are rather complex creatures.

While it's not possible to consider every tiny detail, and it would also be extremely tiring to do so, thinking thrice about your actions is a form of prudence, and can sometimes prevent bad blood from going into a relationship.

Sensitivity is a very important factor in deciding how well relationship works out, regardless whether it's in the long run or short run.

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I do realise that most people read blogs without giving them a 2nd thought, because blog entires are usually the ideas and thoughts of the author expressed explicitly. I wish to state that I'm not always an explicit person, and my reason for not being one is that some things can hurt very badly when said directly.

Major decisions

For someone at my stage in life (final year undergrad), the most worrying question is "which career path should I take?"

Majority of my peers are very much concerned about the opportunity cost of finding a job early, or as some may term, being kiasu. Kiasu or not, opportunity cost is indeed an issue to consider, because as time passes, more job vacancies are taken up.

By this time, a typical final year undergrad would have sent out a few resumes (at least), possibly gone for a few interviews, and perhaps even going to sign a contract (by the way, demon is going to sign a contract with MOE but no worries, I'll warn everyone which school she will be posted to).

However, there are some rare breeds, me for example, who has not even finished editing his own resume, let alone send it out to companies interested in recruiting fresh graduates. Such rare breeds are termed slackers, bo chup, or something to that meaning.

While I have no wish to dispute the use of these terminologies, I'd still like to point out some reasons as to why such people exist. My FYP alone is capable of keeping me occupied for the 5 weekdays of a week. I understand it's not quite possible, for people who do not face such problems, to believe the above statement (no observer/target similarity and therefore unable to empathise) but this is quite true. I need to reserve 1 day for my other modules and 1 day for rest, thus using up all 7 days of a week.

You may point out that I can spend the rest day on touching up my resume, but I'd like to say that I'm left brain dead after 'working' 6 days a week. Yeah, I'm that lousy.

There's another issue that concerns graduates-to-be: where to go for graduation trip and who to go with. I think the most popular choice should be Europe, followed by Taiwan, Australia and lastly, some of the more tropical countries like Thailand and Vietnam.

To date, I still have not decided where to go, nor who to go with. Sounds like I have a lot of choices, which I have to admit is true. About 5 groups of friends have asked me if I'm interested to join them for their graduation trip, 3 of them going to Europe, 1 heading towards Australia, and the last still undecided.

I am indeed fortunate to have so many choices, and you may feel that I don't know how lucky I am by not agreeing to any of them. Going on a holiday trip for more than 2 weeks is not as simple as it seems. One has to consider budget, destinations and company. Yes, the people whom you're going to travel with is a very important, yet often overlooked, factor.

If you're going to be stuck with a band of people for the next two weeks (or more), the least you can do is to ensure that you can put up with them. Within some of the groups, there are some people that I do not know at all and therefore, there's a possibility that unpleasant feelings may surface. Although I did go to Pulau Tioman with 2 complete strangers and 1 guy whom I've just got to know for a short time, I must say that it's my luck that everything turned out so nicely.

Some of the groups going to Europe approached me because they are trying to fill up numbers - it's more convenient and economical to share with an even number of people. I don't wish to risk my holiday (call me pessimistic if you like) on such uncertainties. On the other hand, after being approached by three groups of friends to go to Europe, I'm beginning to feel that it's a pity to reject their offer. After all, this could be my only chance to go.

Then again, what's the point of thinking so much when I don't wish to go for a holiday for more than a week.....

Some problems.....

• simply can't be solved

• will never go away

• can't be shared no matter how much you wish to

But when I know you are there to cheer me up, the knowledge turn my woes to gladness.

As a sign of appreciation and to show that I'm feeling much better now, I'd like to ask a qian4 bian3 wen4 da2 ti2:

Three ants are lined up in a column, front to back.

The ant at the rear end says, "There are 2 ants in front of me."

The ant in the middle says, "There is 1 ant in front of me."

The ant in front, however, says, "There are 3 ants in front of me."

Why is this so?

Can you guess what the answer is?


Saying "thank you" can be very awkard action when said to a close friend
-Tengkia

Problems are like tsunamis

The 1st one comes out of nowhere and hits you.

And it is gone.

You manage to survive, thinking that your troubles are over.

But the next one is on its way, and it's much bigger than the 1st one.

You can try to outrun the 2nd wave.....

But there's still the 3rd wave. And you have no idea how big the 3rd will be, or if you can still survive it like what you did for the 2nd.





Lack of blog entries is due to problems, the technical ones being the smallest of them all.


Everyone knows what is morally correct and morally wrong. The reason people still commit wrong is because they somehow manage to convince themselves it is acceptable to do so.
-Tengkia

What makes your day?

A "+" means my mood goes up 1 level and a "-" means down 1 level.

In a chronological order,

Event: Kuan Ming help me did part of my FYP.....again.
Rating: ++
Remark: Sometimes, it seems that I'm doing a FYP with another person.

Event: Dengli kept me company for lunch even though she had eaten hers.
Rating: +
Remark: Thanks Dengli

Event: I saw a hamster in school today!
Rating: +
Remarks: How often do you see a hamster in school, and running all over the canteen table at that. By the way, it's Rachel's hamster.

Event: Nothing went wrong for my FYP today.
Rating: +
Remarks: By Murphy's law, this is something worth celebrating.

Event: Dominic is a very nice and approachable person.
Rating: ++
Remarks: Dominic is a lab officer whose equipment I need to use. This is the 1st time I've spoken to him.

Event: Dinner with Mr. :: Sher ::
Rating: +
Remarks: Dinner was at Coffee Grounds! Nice food, nice babes...add another ++

Event: Dengli reminded me to have dinner when she knew I tend to forget the time while doing FYP
Rating: +++
Remarks: Thanks again Dengli

Event: Mr. :: Sher :: sent me the topics for the term paper when he found out that I don't have them.
Rating: +
Remarks: Thanks Mr. :: Sher ::

Event: Called Boon Leong up using lab phone, but he didn't answer. Returned my call using his home phone.

Boon: Hello?
Me: It's Melvin.
Boon: Oh, sorry for not answering but I always get wrong calls on my handphone.
Melvin: Look carefully, this is a school number.
Boon: What? You're still in school at this time (past 9 pm)? Playing games again?
Melvin: No, I'm doing my FYP.
Boon: Don't bullshit me. You must be playing games again.

Rating: - - - - - - - - - - - -
Remarks: ~!#*&#!@~*#@!~


Don't bother to count, there're more "+"s than "-"s. I've made sure of that already.

Stupid Boon.


Time flies by so that you'll treasure it more
-Phillis

Another law lesson?

Engineers can never escape from laws. There're countless laws of physics which they have to follow, the numerous Statutes passed by the Parliament which must be adhered to, and now there's also this law called Murphy's law.

"Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong."

I put this quote up in 1 of my previous entries. However, Tengkia was not the 1st to make such a statement. It takes a research engineer (or someone along that line) to truly understand the meaning of such a statement.

Or someone who's truly down on his or her luck.

In Singapore, it it common practice to hang wet laundry out to dry in the sun. And to bring it back in when it rains.

90% of the time, the sky turns dark and threatens to rain when my mom hangs her laundry out, and suddenly brightens up the moment she brings them into the house. More often than not, such scenarios can repeat themselves several times a day. I didn't know my mom is such an avid follower of Murphy's law.

Today is another of those days.....

Future career plans

The night was cloudless, just as it had been for the past few weeks. There were more stars sparkling in the night sky than usual. An occassional cool breeze blew across the now empty village square. On any day, the village square would be bustling with all kinds of activities, and filled with villagers. At night, it would be quiet and deserted, with only an occasional soul passing by.

The village square is just a large vacant space located in the middle of the village where villagers would set up their own stalls to sell their wares, hold village meetings or gather together for some sort of celebration. At night, when most villagers had retired back to their own homes, it made the perfect training grounds for monster slayers and monster slayers-to-be.

On this particular night, two full fledged monster slayers, T and S were training a newly recruited member, H. They were going through the various combat manuevers, techniques of wielding different weapons, as well as learning to strike monsters at their individual weak spots. H, being a fast learner, picked up the skills quickly without much difficulty. Not long after they started training, T and S were sparring with him.

Just as they were deeply concentrated on their sparring, the village headman suddenly appeared from behind and boomed out "What are you three doing? No weapons or fighting of any kind is allowed in my village!"

The village headman firmly, albeit naively, believed that gone were the days when the village was plagued by monsters who lurked around its outskirts, preying on anyone who dared to venture beyond the reinforced walls and gates. Those were the days of terror and chaos, when villagers were prisoners in their own homes. Those were the days when monster slayers were celebrities, for they were the only ones who had any hope of survival out there and often battled the monsters to keep the village safe.

The fight against the monsters had gone well for the monster slayers. The number of monster encounters declined gradually, to the extent that people had completely forgotten that monsters once existed. And that was when the village headman declared that weapons and fighting were no longer allowed inside the village as a way of preserving peace.

To T, it was all bullshit. "Just because you don't see them doesn't mean they aren't around" he would often say. He strongly felt that one day, the monsters will just rise up suddenly to catch the villagers by surprise and it was unwise to believe the monsters were gone for good.

The headman, however, stubbornly insisted that no form of violence is to be displayed anywhere within the boundaries of the village and violation would result in banishment. Thus, T had to restrict his trainings to be carried out only at night when the village headman would not be around to witness them.

It was very unfortunate for them that the headman happened to be out tonight and passing through the village square in the midst of their training.

"I have warned you before. Henceforth, the three of you shall be banned from this village. You must leave before noon next day." he said in a polite but very cold tone, and walked away.

T,S and H dropped their weapons and stared at one another dejectedly, unable to believe their fate. The very village they had sworn to protect had turned them out.

"You heard them man. We'd better start packing." said T.

"What? We are gonna leave just like that?" S asked in disbelief.

T nodded wearily "One day, he'll regret his decision. But for now, we have to leave."

H started to speak "We are warriors. We can't just blend in anywhere. What shall we do?"

"You're right," replied T, "I do know of another town that has problems with renegade militias. Although it's very different from fighting monsters, I'm sure we can do it."

The other two nodded in agreement, hope sparkling in their eyes. With that, they each returned to their respective homes.

True enough, the next morning, a huge sign was placed in the village square stating that "T, S and H will no longer be allowed inside the village as of noon on this day, XXXXXX, in violation of Statute number....."

The three former monster slayers took one last look at the sign and the village around them, and walked through the village gate, leaving for good.

Friday, 4th March 2005

I was on my way to LT7 for my Automation in Manufacturing lecture when I heard someone calling my name from behind. Turning around, I saw Andrew, the person who called me, and Peifen heading for LT7 as well.

"I see you're changing from a rare sight to a common sight." remarked Andrew.

His comment caught me totally off guard. I didn't know how to reply, nor did I attempt to do so. Andrew does know that I skip lectures to do my FYP, but he just couldn't resist making a wise crack at me. Neither could Christopher when he spotted me inside the lecture theatre a little later. As I wasn't sitting anywhere near Christopher, he decided to send me a SMS to express his opinion. Ah, the wonders of technology. Double ah, the marvels of friendship.

About halfway through the lecture, I noticed Andrew nodding away (as always) beside me. I offered him an energy-packed Polvoron (a sweet made of compacted biscuit crumbs, or so I think, made in The Phillipines), which he gladly accepted. The glucose rush kept his eyes open for the remainder of the lecture.

However, the lecturer was further complicating his already complicated lecture notes with even more complicated words (excuse the display of limited vocabulary but it is deliberate). Andrew began to flip through the entire stack of lecture notes idly to prevent himself from falling asleep again. Just as he came upon the last chapter of the notes, he was taken back by an overwhelming sense of deja vu.

He immediately showed me what he saw.

I was equally taken back by deja vu as well.

The last chapter was exactly identical to a section of the notes from the module Design for Manufacturing and Assembly, which Andrew and I took last semester.

As a slacker, I celebrated the thought of having less to study and more excuses to skip lectures. However, I could not say the same for foreign students who came all the way to Singapore to study. They most probably feel cheated of their money. Too bad for them if they chose to take these two modules.

Stress test

Click on the links below to look at each picture. If you feel that the pictures are moving, that means either you are experiencing a high level of stress, or you become stressed very easily.


Test 1


Test 2


Test 3


Those pictures seem to be dancing away don't they?

It's no use trying to deny, everyone is experiencing a lot of stress at this time.

Running away does not solve anything. Always face up to your problems.

If you wish to do something about your stress level, I recommend that you look for me at E2 pc cluster ( the left of the printing room) on Thursday, 3rd of March at 7 pm and I'll show you how you can lower your stress level.


Acknowledgements:

Stress test courtesy of Qiujin

Stress treatment courtesy of Monster Killing Club