Timetabling Woes

My timetable for next semester is definitely not behaving itself.

Apart from being a typical NTU 5-day-week timetable, it also has none of the electives i had planned for months earlier. French level 4 is only being offered in semester 2, when i will be doing my internship. Forensic science clashes with CS202, and Science in Popular Media is also not being offered. Sigh. Why does NTU have such limited number of interesting science electives? I'm not even asking for spine-tingling exciting. Just interesting ones.

Speaking of forensic science, channel surfing (a new sport i've recently picked up) brought me to a documentary on ArtsCentral tonight. It featured the role of forensic science in helping police solve murders with bodies thrown in the wild -- one could measure the length of time a person has been dead by either examining the insects crawling in and on the corpse or the rate of growth of plants through the bones. Evidence would never be totally destroyed even as the body decomposes with the passing of time because birds may use the hair for their nests, and rodents the small bone parts for their homes. Evidence may be moved, but they will stay in the area.

Moral of the story? Don't throw the body into the forest if you murder someone. The ecosystem is an invisible and invincible witness against you.

Warnings to future murderers aside, the show strengthened my conviction to take forensic science no matter what. Even if i have to wait until year 4 when everyone's slogging for their FYPs and even if there will still be no guarantee that i will be able to get the subject then.

In the meantime, ArtsCentral has found itself a new fan in this unemployed slacker.

It's a Small World After All...

So i met this senior from SCI at the Singapore Press Club Seminar today, and Peiqi introduced her as the former news editor of the Nanyang Chronicle before we all headed back in separate ways.

Back at my block, as the lift doors were closing, a girl desperately rushed in and jabbed the lift button. The doors opened up again. And i gasped. (Inaudibly, of course, for a person as elegant as me.)

She lifted up her eyes, and then it was her turn. For who could it be but the same senior whom i just met! We stared at each other in shock for a fraction of a second.

In the short conversation in the lift i discovered that she had actually tried looking for me before because she had heard about me from her mother. She wanted to sell me her textbooks, but went to the wrong floor, thus never finding me.

Hah. What a small world we live in.

After a Long Hiatus

I'm back! In both senses of the word. Back in Singapore, and back in the ever-exciting blogging world - with a revamped blog.

It was good to be back. Even though no one was available to pick me up (every single family member being overseas), i was so glad to touch down on Singapore soil i nearly clapped and cheered when the plane landed. I could finally eat all my char kway teow and popiah and rojak and everything non-fattening. It didn't hurt that there was a tres beau air steward who volunteered to help a very pretty damsel (that's me, if you haven't realized) distressed with her carry-on luggage.

As for now, while awaiting for school to start and for tuition jobs to start pouring in (this is a very subtle announcement that i'm looking for tuition kids), i'm contented with practising my dance steps at home with my streamers.

Proudly made in Singapore with chopsticks and toilet paper, they are available for sale at 30 bucks each, half the price of the originals. Too expensive you say? Don't be deceived by its facade. A high level of workmanship is required for its production, hence its price.

To watch the streamers in action, note down 20.07.2007 on your calendar and make a trip down to the Diocese Centre in the evening. And as the advertisement tagline always goes --What are you still waiting for?