one more day with you.

Alright. If you are expecting a post of the same quality as the previous, you are better off finishing off your holiday assignments.
I think fatigue is beginning to take its toll on me. I woke up around 11.30am yesterday. I had my breakfast, or was it lunch, and then went back to bed again at around 2 where I woke up at 6. Then, I did a chapter of Integration, had my dinner, watched the lame movie where teen guy saved teen girl and then dropped off again. Mathematically, I think I spent 14 hours sleeping yesterday. What a hell of a way to work through a day.
I have been forcing myself to do some decent work today. But so far, I have only read a couple of short stories, TIME and the National Geographic. And there's Mum screaming her head off, asking me to order pizza for lunch. I think she's gone bonkers.
Quite a number of things are happening lately.
I have only 2 weeks of holidays left and a mountainous pile of homework left undone. Maybe I will tackle biology later. Oh, the horrors! Then there's Dad who watched Spider-Man 3 last Friday and commented that the action scenes were happening too fast for his brain to analyze the situation. Then there's Mum with her ridiculous Korean Shows. She has the knack of watching them on my computer lately. Then there's me dozing off every now and then.
I smashed my black watch the day before. And I felt really sore about the matter. It's not that it cost me 10 bucks, but I really did liked that watch. So, instead of feeling sorry for myself, I will get a new watch. Sounds lame right? But this time, I am not going for the 10 bucks. In fact, I'm gunning for that Fossil watch. Besides, Dad owes me a present for getting a miserable 15 place in class this semester. What the heck, he gets me a gift after every exam.
I think my mind's programmed awfully wrong. This notion always hits me during the June-September periods. To those who don't know, my grades plummeted during the last semester last year; which explains why Khoo had that talk with me and why I found myself with a shocking 19 points at the end of 06. Yup. That thought is hitting me. And it's annoying. It doesn't attack me during sleep; why not I don't know. But it just slams into my thought bubble when I writing some ridiculously long equation or trying to differentiate the alkane isomer from the alkene isomer. It's bloody irritating I tell ya. It not only disrupts my channel of thought, but it practically ruins my entire freaking day. I ended up thinking and thinking and thinking of that thing, or one.
So now, I am trying to cast that thought aside. It's an uphill task; adding yet even more pressure with that pile of undone homework.
I wonder if it's a good thing. To continue holding that torch for that person who has rejected you. Is it? Don't reply.