I'm officially allergic to my study table! My eyes get watery and my nose decides to go on a sneezing frenzy each time I sit down at my table, perhaps it isn't my table but what's on it that I'm allergic to-Homework!
That aside and the fact that I have completed a negative amount of homework this week, I've been spending 5 out of my 7 day week in school doing stuff related to my CCA. And that includes a freaking Saturday. (Who says everyone kia cheng hu, ACCO clearly isn't) I'm not exactly feeling the strain as yet, but trust me, I know it'll hit me sooner or later. (Possibly real soon when the darn Tests start) Add to the fact that my attention span has seemed to deteriorated to that of the length of the radius of a fullstop, it's no wonder why I'm swarmed with mounds of work. This doesn't include the stupid CIP rubbish I need to settle for the class. Oh, we're going to IMH and Batam for CIP! How exotic is that? Bet you don't see THAT everyday in a Graduating Cert!
As the JC1s near the moment of truth on Monday/Friday/Whateverday, it reminds me so much of last year and how my time was spent in SA. As much as I hate to admit it, SA is way darn fun-ner than AC. For crying out loud we have to go to school in the morning of our Cross country!!! Cross Country leh!! Why can't they just give us a freaking half day?? As if the Physics lectures will enlighten us a whole lot more than us running 5km. Gosh... What a rigid school sometimes.
Honestly, I miss the first couple of months I spent, I felt so high and mighty that I must have been intoxicated long-term. And I miss eating prata and talking to my chicken rice eating Indian friends, we seem to be void of any for of minorities in AC. Oh except for mixed-bloods.
I miss roaming around the tennis court when my brain got too swelled with information that I couldn't produce any coherent piece of writing.
I miss wearing that awful polka-dotted skirt to school and watching the various antics of people.
I miss being able to follow lectures and finishing tutorials way before lectures began (This, sadly, only occured for a selected few chapters of Chemistry)
I miss wearing my fiendishly mismatched coloured shoes to school.
I miss PEs where things weren't done in mass and I didn't dread going for.
I miss choosing to go to the library independantly during my breaks, sitting down with whatever shit material without a care and without any obligations to anyone. I must say the library was my most common hang-out place with my friends, haha... (What friends? I hear you ask)
But I'm here now, one year older, a lot more aged(due to stress) and a lot more mellow and stressed. No, I'm not stressed, just... passive.
Oh well. But Valentine's day is coming! I've ordered a super overpriced flower for my SA friend! She's really stressed up, a flower would do her good. (sorry ping and shiyun if you're reading this! If I were to send you a rose each, they'd be worth 4 plates of chicken rice in my school!) But it's really cool, this inter-college flower delivery service thing. If only my school didn't jack up the price of the flowers to like 250%.
My mouse has suddenly died on me for no apparent reason and I have hence resorted to pressing the 'tab' button aimlessly and hopelessly, stupid technology.
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