闭关修炼 - 可为什么总是炼不成仙？

So, like every hardworking student at this time of the year, I've been holing myself up at the CC mugging away. Not that I'm really working very hard - obvious in the fact that I'm writing this entry instead of poring over my notes like a good student ought to do. But, this being the last exams I'm going to sit for in my career as a professional student, I was getting nostalgic of the places I'd see everyday as I chose to hermitize myself along with other like-minded people. As a result, the idea of capturing snapshots for keepsakes germinated.

P/S Not that you could tell if you didn't already know, but I shuttle between two CCs, one newly-renovated and nearer my home, and other one staked out during the refurbishing works of the former. Surprisingly, it is the older one that I have more fondness for, probably because it and the neighbouring shops radiates in that old-school familiarity which takes me back to my childhood.


On my way to the CC today, I spied a sleepy cat. Needless to say, he wasn't too thrilled about making his impending debut on the world wide web.

I always thought these beams would make a nice picture. Too bad I don't make a nice photographer.


I was surreptitiously (or so I thought) taking pics of this birdshop at the CC, and upon the third photo taken I stopped because the flash from my camera went off - I didn't want the portly uncles from the shop to come marching over to the magazine stand behind which I was standing, rip the camera out of my helpless hands and smash it onto the floor in indignation for not having been paid their due royalties - or otherwise infringing upon their privacy. It was also at this point that the young salesgirl of the shop I was staking out at came by and took me by surprise with her quizzical what on earth are you doing look, asking me what it was that I was taking, having lurked around their shop for so long.


Our spanking-new study room. You'd think NUS hired the same contractors to do up the place.


But nevertheless, a study room made for kids-at-heart like us in mind.


And... guess whose hairy appendages these are?