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Tuesday, January 30, 2007 6:29 pm

Just for the sake of it.

I officially announce my Tuesday as the day of sleep. So, if you are desperately trying to call me to inform that an impending flood is about to engulf Kallang; You would be better off try to find that float or something that would save your life.
Clocking in 5 hours of sleep a day is stupid. It leaves you frustrated, confused and having to rush for that damn bus every morning.
Today was no exception.
Despite my best efforts to cramp everything that needs to be done within the shortest period of time; They just can't. I take an average 1 hour to gobble down notes and even longer trying to figure out what the hell the darn Physics question actually mean. It's that trying. Pepper the experience with the lack of the essential 8 hours of sleep and you get a person who is dying to vent his anger with the floor-ball bat. I'm surprised that no one was hurt today. I mean, none hurt till the extent that he was bleeding profusely and all.
Today's lesson was boring.
I got a 10 out of a possible 12 for Geography today. That piece took 1 hour to complete though.
I managed to survive PE lesson under that Mr Cheong. I say, a minimum 4 years in Maris Stella does things to your mind. I'm glad to say that I'm still 100% functioning normally. I shan't name those with loose screws or differentiated sexual interests.
Then, recess. I got cheated by the vending machine. Again.
Math lesson was excruciating with the new teacher. She was going faster than a bullet and her nature was mercurial. One moment she could be laughing along with the class and the next she will be giving that "I will kill you if you don't give me the answer" kind of look.
Math just got more hellish.
I just realized this. I've completely lost it for Physics. Somehow or other, Varella has that exceptional capability of making me confuse every time he preaches on Physics. It's either the words with meaning are indecipherable to me or simply the fact that I am a Physics-moron.
Then, Social. I shan't elaborate further. Nothing happened during the lesson. My name wasn't called though. ^____^
The people around have been talking stupid for a while now. Especially Wen Xiong and some other person. I guess it's the stress.
They say Valentine's Day is a waste of time and money and energy and revision study time. Ha. I can't say I completely disagree but there is some logic for that matter.

I don't know. You know. There's this pang of emotion that wells up. This tapping on the conscience of your mind, asking you repeatedly. It gets annoying at times really. Maybe I should just drown it. Drown that emotion. That humane feeling.



this used to be a funhouse. But now it’s full of evil clowns.