Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Some useless ranting. Tomorrow's maths paper. A subject I used to be f*cking good at. What happened? I don't know. I can't even be bothered to do a few more sums. Sigh. *hits head* I don't hate studying but I hate to not know anything, at all. Screw this prelims, better day will come ahead from thursday onwards. Short-time fun. Thursday gonna laze my evening away after my papers with jarryl. Friday gonna be beer and beans and friends. Saturday? Probably a day at the library since someone is working till 11. Who who? *lol* I can play with the econs readings till 9. Know what, all the time at home I'll watch Pride. HAHAHAHA! Okay, some planning for my studying. Take note there'll be maths tuition at least once per week. Morning-morning is breakfast, newspaper and CNA time. Kids who knew me since secondary one will understand my big crush on Sheryl Fox. LOL. Anyway I only catch her on Asia Tonight in the evening now. Oh, the other day at the Orchard MRT I saw this familiar face. I was thinking if he was my doctor when I was a kid or my sis's almost-lover DJ Utama. Then, a few days later I had a conversation with sis about news presenters, I realised that dude is Jack Sung aka Mr Potato Man. Haha, I have a feeling nobody understand what I'm talking about. Yes back to my study plans. Later-morning, I'll prepare lunchbox, pack my bag, fill the bottle and bring the fruits and set off for my daily sessions. Full days will be library days. I will hunt for a quiet place to study physics and maths. Damn it. Ever since The Rock appeared at Forum, I just can't seem to study there anymore. Bings, where are you studying now? Jas? Then, evening after all the studying, I'll get to read some books on my way home. There's just only mornings and evenings that I look forward to now. Can Mr Desmond Yeo return American Gods so I can start it soon? Okay, there's still 3 books lying on the side of my bed. Haha. Alright, back to maths.

I refuse to paragraph.

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+listening+ the flaming lips ~ ego tripping at the gates of hell