the aftermath of Mid-years
Aftermath...
ok. World Cup is over. Split milk is better off in the bin. I'm not upset that Italy won. Just that there could have been a bit more action. Just that one bit more would have been like a 100% increase in utility. I admit, I slept after half-time, waking up when the offside happened. That's kind of sad, but that's all for the match. Well, except for the headbutt. THE headbutt. Zidane is currently my favourite melee idol. They should make him a DOTA hero or something like that. You know, immortalize him. Too bad he's muslim.
As for mid-years... let's just say that i'm not who i used to be. Oh well, at least the teachers don't finish marking the econs paper and GP so soon. I guess this would go down in history as the first time i appreciate teachers for their tardiness. A few more days... a few more days...
I am beginning to realize what a bad idea it was to stay up to watch the finals. Having not slept since Portugal vs Germany until half-time ( that's more than 24 hrs...), I still bravely (foolishly, now that i think of it) played all out, mostly, during PE on Mon (Mr Seet is the new teacher, makes sense that we are learning floorball). Man, i had stomach cramps after that. Maybe because i skipped lunch too, too lazy to eat. I can't believe it, could you? I mean, stomach cramps, I thought they only afflict the fairer sex when they, uhm, "cycle". I can't say I don't "cycle" though, been quite horny lately. But wait, that's just a state of mind. Not a physical sign that i may not be what i think i am. I blame it on the green tea. How else do the Japs get so many dirty ideas for their manga anyway?
Burnout isn't an excuse for not doing tutorials and PW right?
And just when i thought the Third World War aptly named 'VJC Mid-year Examinations' were over. Ghandi once said " War is not about who's right, it's about who's left" Sounds corny ya think? Think again. I'm glad i'm not one of the endless casualties of this war, but i guess i've been killed nonetheless, by myself. My attitude, specifically. AP, as laymen would call it. Attitude problem, not assistant professor, arithmetic progression or amatuer porn. Guess i must really stop avoiding confrontations with the new enemy, homework.
As I rally my allies ( Red Bull, MP3 player, Shocker unit) against this insidious foe, my conscience is nipping me. Conscience, by the way, is that small voice which always says "no". Is this, the supposed opposition to freedom, something which would pull me through promos? Friend or foe? I wonder...
Anyway, as a victorian, i shall honour my promises. I promised myself that if i couldn't start a relationship before the midyear, i'll give up. Totally. Arrrgh!!! That means i'll still be a virgin when i leave this college. Hope i don't die one. I don't want to be right, i want to be left... alive, long enough. maybe it's this kinky state of existence that's prompting me to consider such things, but really, who , assuming he can think for himself, would want to leave this world without first tasting that forbidden fruit? And not just once.
It's not that i'm afraid, just that when i sit near you, blood rushes from my head to other extremities... and i can't think straight.
-rray
remember [7:52 PM]
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