I don’t know what’s wrong with me but I’m sitting here on the eve of a holiday, coughing like a mad woman, five days away from SYF.
It’s such a bad time to fall sick now, what with the numerous deadlines to keep up with. These days, I fine myself being a bitch during Maths Tutorials. Yes, she deserves it, but I jolly well know that I should control myself and not stoop so low to her level.
I used to find comfort in candies that come in the form of sweets and urm, people. But now, it does not give me the same satisfaction anymore. Think of the Big Mac example from first week of Econs lecture. Keeping the happy 101, I’ve made a mental note of what to eat after SYF.
College is like my house now. I reach school at about 7.30am on certain days and end at about 8.30pm. I’ll only reach home, say, 9.30pm. Bathe, eat, do work, sleep for 5 hours or less and this vicious cycle repeats itself every single day.
Then again, I’m quite happy here, where friends are like family, and ambitions are still a delusion. It’s amazing to have close friends who understand the crap that you’re going through right now.
I want to go back to the days when I could still afford to procrastinate and have time for TV.
I fell down the Oceanic trench and am 10 911m (35 798 ft) below sea level.