1. Pathological obsession with one idea or subject
2. Intent concentration on or exaggerated enthusiasm for a single subject or idea

Hurray! Cheers! Marvellous! Splendid! My last paper of the term examination is finally over!A round of applause please. I am exhilarated, excited, thrilled and totally delighted because it means that holidays is just round the corner (please do not start turning the tables and cupboards or drawers to try looking for the corner, try the alley instead). This will be a rather lengthy post since I am in a festive mood now (alright, there's no festival coming any soon other than Christmas which is 20 days away but hey, I've finished my exams and nothing beats that. Okay, okay, minus the fact that I don't know what my results are but it's alright, it's just a term exam). Now, stop reminding me that I still have my January exams awaiting.

Bad news: 9 more papers to go starting from 12th January

Good news: Last paper on 23rd which means there are 6 days for last-minute Lunar New Year shopping. Hahaha!

Well, since Christmas is approaching, I shall post up one more christmas jingle or christmas carol or christmas song or whatever you call it.

12 Days of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas, My true love gave to me: A partridge in a pear tree.

On the second day of Christmas, My true love gave to me: Two turtle doves...etc.

On the third day of Christmas, My true love gave to me: Three french hens...etc.

On the forth day of Christmas, My true love gave to me: Four calling birds...etc.

On the fifth day of Christmas, My true love gave to me: Five golden rings...etc.

On the sixth day of Christmas, My true love gave to me:Six geese a-laying...etc.

On the seventh day of Christmas, My true love gave to me: Seven swans a-swimming...etc.

On the eight day of Christmas, My true love gave to me: Eight maids a-milking...etc.

On the ninth day of Christmas, My true love gave to me: Nine ladies dancing...etc.

On the tenth day of Christmas, My true love gave to me: Ten lords a-leaping...etc.

On the eleventh day of Christmas, My true love gave to me:'Leven pipers piping...etc.

On the Twelfth day of Christmas, My true love gave to me:Twelve drummers drumming...etc.

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Next on the list. Saturday's outing to Sentosa. Yes, I'm back at Sentosa again after almost 2 months of hiatus. So there we were, right smack in the middle of Tanjong beach where dine and me were surrounded by groups of dogs. Alaskan malamute, Siberian Husky, Maltese, Golden Retriever, Labrador Retriever, Schnauzer, Poodle, Jack Russell, etc. It was a haven I had say. What with all the dogs swimming in the sea and running gaily on the beach chasing after coconut husks and fellow dog friends. I can't help but feel elated because it is good to be surrounded by all these simple things of life where people feel happy just throwing the husks again and again into the sea and that the dogs feel happy fetching the husks time and time again. Soon after, we became the official gathering point for the group of malteses which runs to us everytime for hide-and-seek sessions and digging holes right under our feet in the hope of burying themselves inside. The malteses were practically snuggling against us hoping to gain some warmth after the swim in the sea. So there, I shall start fantasizing about owning a house which has a swimming pool and it must have a large enough backyard so that I can keep at least 5 dogs and that they can enjoy daily swims in the pool. 2 Siberian Huskies, 1 Golden Retriever, 1 Shetland Sheepdog and 1 Pembroke Welsh Corgi. Bravo! Anyway, we didn't manage to capture any pictures of the paw prints on the sand nor the dogs because I had forgotten to bring my camera again. I'm back with a nice tan and fond memories. Shall take pictures of my trip to Sentosa this coming Saturday (we are now trying to make it a weekly affair).

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Went to Marina Square today for a shopping spree. Oh well, please salute me for being able to resist the temptation of buying anything. I, for once, stood to my decision of not spending a single cent on all the things that I had seen. No Billabong wallet, no Billabong bag, no Billabong slippers, no Billabong pencil case, no brown felt jacket, no long pants, no boots, no necklaces, no Nike trainers, no earrings, no white tops, no tennis shoes, no adidas bag and no cotton artist cap. Look, look at the amount of temptations that I had resisted for the sake of Ipod nano. Please bow and salute to me. Oh Ipod nano, why are you so irresistable? Why are you so costly? Why, why, why? Well, the highlight of the day was actually bowling. Really nice game with Jay Chou's song playing in the background. Scored 106 on the first round and 76 on the second. Really terrible scores. When can I ever reach 200? It had probably take ages I guess. Halfway through the game, Giraffe pasted his face against the glass panel outside the bowling alley. Yes, we sensed your presence. Turns out that Giraffe and guys + Claudia were heading for Aeon Flux at the cinema. A rather fruitful trip today I guess. See what Eva has got me into. I'm craving for more bowling now. Arggh...Control man, control, $318 more. Samaritans, please send your regards in terms of money to the Cordy Trust Fund. Counting down, 18 more days to 4e class chalet. I have this dreadful feeling that I might be needing a lot of money that day.

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So, I took bus 80 as usual at Bras Brasah in order to get home. Amazing discovery I realised. Every bus journey just makes me realise how different people behaves when they are bored or simply when they are in public. That's right. There are those uncles who goes on whistling non-stop in bus not to the tune of some mandopop or even Chinese classicals but as though they are mimicking birds chirping. Thanks Uncle, I do not think that whistling in bus will perk the fellow tired passengers sharing the bus with you. That includes me. I don't think an aviary has this wakening effect. The worst scenario is when you have to withstand an almost overflowing bladder. HOW ON EARTH CAN THE WHISTLING STOP THE URINE!? Oh my god. See this is part of the trauma I have to face on bus especially when you have to sit on those with seats that are placed parallel to the windows.

Then some uncles and aunty will further traumatize you when they start to orh pi sai right in front of you. No, I am not against people who have the urge to dig the pi sai out from their nostrils because they are itching. The only thing that I cannot stand is that instead of putting these pi sai on a piece of tissue, they start flicking it in all direction. Then I have to start worrying that the piece of pi sai will end on any part of my body or worst still, my bag! On my way home when I touch any part of my bag, I might face the fate of touching the pi sai and yucks, I cannot imagine the twisted disgusted expression on my body man. Rest assure, I will only orh pi sai at home or in the toilet the next time. I'm not saying that I have experienced the feeling of trying to orh pi sai in the public but I really felt the tension rising up within me when I saw the uncle opposite flicking his pi sai about. Okay, there goes my long entry for today, I shall go back to my show now.

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