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http://www.topuniversities.com/worlduniversityrankings/asianuniversityrankings/asian_university_rankings_top_200_universities/
http://www.topuniversities.com/worlduniversityrankings/results/2008/overall_rankings/fullrankings/
NUS is top 10 in Asia and 30th in the world!

http://www.topuniversities.com/worlduniversityrankings/asianuniversityrankings/subject_rankings_asian_university_rankings/it_engineering/
http://www.topuniversities.com/worlduniversityrankings/results/2008/subject_rankings/technology/
In IT and Enginnering we're 3rd in Asia and 11th in the world! Kinda cool.

But I feel like I didn't contribute to anything. Zzz. Sigh whatever. I work harder during summer and see how it goes. Permanent head damage indeed. :D

Mummy took out the gold we had as kids and returned them to us. I saw the jewellery my grandma bought for me when I was still a whiny little baby. I remember how I used to bug them to take me to the jewellery store to get my ears pierced when I was just 3 or 4 years old, and when they finally did, they were shocked that I didn't cry at all when the guy forced the earring manually through my ear lobe (at that time no automatic "gun"). I was surprised that it didn't hurt very much too. Well, it hurt a little but I didn't want to show them that I was scared. Gahh. I'm still the same. A leopard never changes its spots. :P

In fact, Ying mentioned that my dad told her last year that he's worried about me because I don't speak out about my feelings. :( I don't know. I just hate the thought of worrying the people I care for. I'd rather swallow my feelings and keep to myself than break their hearts. Whenever I was punished in primary school, I'd just cry it off in school and go home and pretend that it didn't happen.

There was someone at home whom I told more stuff to though. And that would be my grandma. She was the one who got me my first pager, which my dad was reluctant to get for me but she thought I deserved one because I was doing really well in school. If I couldn't sleep at night, I look for her in her room in tears and she'd make a little space on her bed so that I could squeeze in with her. It was the only way I could get to sleep every night. The times I missed her the most was when she had to exchange rooms with me after her major surgery (they took out a large part of the colon because of cancer) and she couldn't sleep on low mattresses anymore. I would find her in my old room to tell her about a bad day or inform her of my good results, and she'd always reward me with something awesome. :)

After she was gone, I hardly spoke to anyone anymore, until I met him. But he changed me back to the person I am today. :)