Pharmaceutical Chemistry
I have more good news to share.
I have more good news to share.
I went out with Titus yesterday to Sim Lim Square to get Team Fortress 2.
I received my Promo results on Friday.
To all you grammar whores out there reading this, I have a question.
Whew. The Promos are finally over.
Promos begin tomorrow. My school allowed the whole level to have today off to give us more time for revision.
As expected, Ian’s been bombarding me with phone calls all weekend for help in Biology, Chemistry, Math and even for some tips for the General Paper. I suspect that he would’ve asked for assistance with Economics as well, if it wasn’t for the fact that the syllabi for the two Economics courses we’re taking are slightly different. Not that I’m against helping out a good friend or anything, but I can’t help but wonder who else in the class the guy has been harassing for the last few days.
Although poor Ian seems to be struggling, I can confidently say that I’m more prepared this time in all of my subjects, compared to July’s Term Examinations. I’m not sure if it’ll be enough to get my straight As, because there was still so much more work I could’ve done during the past week, but I don’t think that listing - with regret - the additional topics I could’ve covered if I had been more focused would do me any good. All that would achieve is to get me excessively worried about tomorrow.
I’m certain my classmates are also very anxious, but, for those who were present, this funny incident on Thursday really helped to take the pressure off us, if only for a while.
I had settled down at a table in the school canteen during one of my breaks to catch up on some studying. Sometime after I had started work, I noticed one of those helium-filled, metallic balloons (this one was shaped like a pig) tied to a bag at a table just in front of me. Unable to ignore the ridiculous sight, I interrupted Nick’s studying to point out the hovering blob of pink to him.

A picture of the pig balloon, courtesy of Nick's phone camera.
We both chuckled at the balloon, before resuming our work. Mere minutes later though, we heard yelling and turned to face the pig balloon again, only to see that it had somehow wrenched itself loose from its anchor, and that it was now being chased by a few people as it made its ascent. We got up and followed the balloon out of the roofed canteen, and heard someone behind us exclaim, “Pigs can fly!”, playing on the well known satirical expression.

The balloon, successful in its escape. It's now just a small speck in the sky.
“Swine flew,” Nick added, grinning like a fool at his pun. We looked at one another and laughed. It was a fun break.
Mood: Worried