I found more adjectives suitable to describe WLKiD.
Before post prelim mugging period:
mature, sincere, perceptive, sentimental, gentlemanly, scholarly, diligent, benevolent
After mugging together for around 1 month:
EVIL, humorous, talkative, random, lame, naughty, childish, sarcastic (at times, affected by me I guess), easily distracted (at times), mischievous (at times), rather resourceful
Side note:
Sarcastic has positive connotation when used among 09S6Fers. It is meant to bring out a negative implication in the above context, though.
Definition from Longman Dictionary of Contemporary English:
playful:
1. very active, happy, and wanting to have fun
a playful little dog
2. wintended to be fun rather than serious, or showing that you are having fun
I think SZH’s personality is as cute and lovely as his look in Sec 1. I nodded a thousand times in agreement with many lines he said these days.
e.g.
Sleeping is good.
Sarcasm is the best/only? way of expression. (My memory is fading.)
We can take turns to irritate the Somebody.
Mug like a dog. Score like a God.
To be continued…
When I think about my post prelim / before A LEVEL mugging period in the future, these should be the key words:
gastric, severe gastric, pain
endless CSC essays, GP compres, Inorganic Chem, a lot of notes
reading room, cold, sleepy
post-it’s, PSG dinner, fun, laughters, oh, and the joke “A C is a C…”.
Only recently I realize how short a day is. I can only accomplish so little everyday. So little that it’s merely the tip of the iceberg of my notes and practice papers. The efforts put in now seem so futile. I can only comfort myself with the thought that every little bit of work counts.
I hope in the future when I think about my Oct 2010, I will only feel a wave of nostalgia and a sense of contentment and self-assurance. I hope there will be no regrets.
As LHH smsed me today: “What’s there to worry about. Before you know it, it will be over. “
Probably I will forget all my pain and laughters years down the road. Maybe I will just let it go. Memory is the wind dancing and swirling at my fingertips. Before I know it, it will be gone.
For now, I will enjoy every single taste of joy and pain. At least I have honorably done my grandma proud.
Bon soir.
