This post, the first for this calendar month, will be a rather long one. It will, too, be one with many interruptions in typing (due to a rebelling ‘H’ key) that will, obviously, be of no eventual consequence, unless of course my typing is slowed to such an extent that my mother comes into my room, keys in hand, mouth ready to let out a barrage of scoldings. Yes, it’s three in the morning, and while I should be sleeping, or at least studying for the Social Studies paper that will take place in less than eleven hours’ time, I am blogging.
As current affairs dictate, the first subject covered in this post will be none other than the examinations. So far, I’ve had little trouble, bar one annoying paper, which will be discussed at greater length later on.
A quick summary of my already-attempted papers:
Chemistry 2 – Easy as hell; I’d be aiming for close to full marks
AMath 1 and 2 – Almost certainly, my first guaranteed A1 (only so because Chemistry 1 is at the tail end of the schedule)
EMath 1 and 2 – Simple
History – Less difficult than I had prepared for; might turn out to be an unexpected A1 should SS prove of similar ease
Physics 2 – The single most difficult paper so far. My chances of an A1 in this subject have slimmed like Paris Hilton has since she was born
English 1 and 2 – Can’t really guess how things will turn out, but I’m expecting an A1
Now on to far grimmer matters: Lewis Hamilton has won the Formula One title. One could already guess where my allegiances lie from the previous sentence. Indeed, one could’ve guessed my loyalties just by reading any section of this post (Hamilton fans, especially the fangirls, type like this -> “omg lewis hamilton is t3h sexxxxayy!! i luvv him loadzz!”). Jokes aside, I’m especially gutted that Hamilton won by doing the bare minimum of what was needed of him: he finished fifth in the Sao Paulo Grand Prix. That rendered Felipe Massa’s win irrelevant to the title chase. For a team, especially one of the prestige of Ferrari, winning the constructors’ title can, in the words of anyone involved in Formula One, never compare to being able to boast that a driver within their ranks is the best of the lot (though of course, bagging the team title certainly beats winning sod all).
November promises to be eventful (yes I know the change in tone and subject matter quite startles). After the examinations end, I will, if things go according to plan, be embarking on my first steps in the world of paid employment. And should said things follow said plan for a reasonable period of time, I will be able to finance and eventually purchase my first electric guitar set. I had just discovered a guitar shop at Bukit Timah Plaza the previous week: their range of axes available is indeed decent and affordable, though I’d never get my guitar re-strung there – the price of re-stringing services is incredulous. That aside, though, I’ve so far tested three guitar types (all of which are of the same brand): the Les Paul, the Flying V, and the Explorer. I actually didn’t need to play notes to determine the guitar with the best playability: the Explorer and especially the V were bitches to hold. In contrast, the Les Paul proved comfortable enough to play, at least while sitting down in a civilised position. The reader will thus leave better informed of my desired guitar of choice: were the reader to buy me what I wanted, so much the better. 
HHHHHHHH – screw the damn key.
I’ve learnt, as the exams have passed, to appreciate the ease and facility with which any computer can churn out text. I have on occasion literally left the exam hall with joint pains and the like, no thanks to having to write at sometimes unreasonable pace for extended periods.
I’ve also learnt, through life, that lack of sleep, even in a one-day context, can turn a person into a physical and mental wreck. At this rate, I’m practically rendering myself incompetent.
