These days I have been feeling increasingly exasperated at myself,simply because I cannot find the strength-both to stay awake and also to fight the irresistable temptations to "pon" lessons. The first 15 minutes into lectures and tutorials are perfectly fine,still able to absorb some trivial information,but the struggle comes after the first 15mins,when the drier yet more important info starts coming,and by then I have already shut-off,letting the drowsiness take over me in its lazy grasps. *sighs*
And then there is the "pon" demon which my poor conscience can't seem to defeat. Especially for my twice per week(yes yes,ONLY twice) Maths tutorial...Poor Mrs Ang! She's so nice,and precisely because of that,I'm feeling like shit now that I have "ponned" her lessons twice already,just to catch up on my sleep. But at that time it was impossible to turn down Jon Heng's offer to skip Maths because I was near-dead after an hour of GP,and was in no mood nor had any mental capacity to handle another hour of integration with the GC that hates me so much. *shakes her head* And the weather! It was so cold,the perfect temperature to curl up with a snuggy jacket at the stone tables and sleep my life away. Argh...excuses excuses! I better buck up,stop skipping lessons,concentrate during lessons-provided I don't fall asleep before that,and start doing my tutorials and readings before it's too late. I don't wish to screw any subjects during promos,which means no 'S's,so as to avoid taking the dreaded,holiday/training-consuming R paper. Or even worse,retain!
*takes a deep breath* ok ok ok...time to be really serious about academics now,much as I hate it! Goal of the year: Don't "kena" retained,nor "kena" any R papers...That's all.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Rain rain go away...
It's the Mizuno Wave Run today,and such an important run calls for the dawning of a beautiful blue sky decorously dotted with white clouds,with filters of the mellow,golden sunlight. Unfortunately,I was rather groggily awoken to the dampening patter of raindrops and wheezing of the sick wind...damn. How demoralising can that get? I just wanted to crawl back into the snug covers,put my head under them and sleep all the way till I start rotting on the bed,given the oh-so-comforting weather. But of course,discipline is discipline,and I have to do what I signed up for. Furthermore,it's a run,and not some academic exam!
It was still drizzling by the time I managed to drag my sleepy legs to the starting line-which is barely visible under the huge mass of human bodies congregating and jostling one another. A record 8000 plus people took part,despite the horrible weather,and that called for a hugely disorganised and messy run. 10mins after the starting signal went,I was still walking because of the immense number of people already in front of me,and the road was so narrow that overtaking was impossible unless we want to face the risk of falling into canals or getting ourselves sucked up in mudpools as deep and sludgy as quicksands. But there was still no escaping the dirt and grime-there are some really really nice people who simply love sharing the joy of mud and muck with everyone else by plonking their trunk-heavy legs into mud puddles and making sure that everyone within a 5-metre radius can receive the slimy brown gifts as well. Thanks alot man. And there are those who are either too inclined on being the top runners or simply too blind to sense other people around them,for they shove and bump and poke like there's no tomorrow,especially the kind idiot who chose to target his diamond-hard bony leg at my poor blood-and-pus-oozing knee just because I overtook him and he's kinda "buay song" that a girl has quashed his sky-high male ego. *rolls her eyes*
Yet I cannot complain too much,because by taking part in such runs,I have to expect things like that to happen...in other words,they are inevitable. So on account of the experience gained,I must say,there is not much regret anymore for not burying myself under the covers for a snuggy warm sleep.
Ps. poor Agnes...hope your knee and your bloody blisters(ewww :x) heal soon...
It was still drizzling by the time I managed to drag my sleepy legs to the starting line-which is barely visible under the huge mass of human bodies congregating and jostling one another. A record 8000 plus people took part,despite the horrible weather,and that called for a hugely disorganised and messy run. 10mins after the starting signal went,I was still walking because of the immense number of people already in front of me,and the road was so narrow that overtaking was impossible unless we want to face the risk of falling into canals or getting ourselves sucked up in mudpools as deep and sludgy as quicksands. But there was still no escaping the dirt and grime-there are some really really nice people who simply love sharing the joy of mud and muck with everyone else by plonking their trunk-heavy legs into mud puddles and making sure that everyone within a 5-metre radius can receive the slimy brown gifts as well. Thanks alot man. And there are those who are either too inclined on being the top runners or simply too blind to sense other people around them,for they shove and bump and poke like there's no tomorrow,especially the kind idiot who chose to target his diamond-hard bony leg at my poor blood-and-pus-oozing knee just because I overtook him and he's kinda "buay song" that a girl has quashed his sky-high male ego. *rolls her eyes*
Yet I cannot complain too much,because by taking part in such runs,I have to expect things like that to happen...in other words,they are inevitable. So on account of the experience gained,I must say,there is not much regret anymore for not burying myself under the covers for a snuggy warm sleep.
Ps. poor Agnes...hope your knee and your bloody blisters(ewww :x) heal soon...
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