Basket.
Angry little men, going about their angry little lives.The honour is mine.
Monday, April 23, 2007
HISSOC Core. I just noticed that Tse Yang has a distinctly Fu Manchu expression. Also he is sporting hair that has not been cut since ORD.
Everyone together now, but I only know about six people in there and was not interested in the rest.
Bonus incredibly unflattering shot of Aaron and cake. Seriously, I just grabbed my camera and pressed the button without giving the screen so much as a glance. The fact that our corner of the restaurant was unnaturally dark didn't help.
And thus, a good dinner on Friday night to prepare me for the next week of tribulations.
Mondays are always hellish. Fucking Black Mondays, ever since school days, when the prospect of an Economics lecture bright and early to begin the week was enough to utterly lay waste to my morale for the coming five school days. In NS Monday represented the beginning of yet another scintillating week of frustrations, unreason, backstabbing and obsequiousness. It isn't any better now, because three double periods and all four subjects is how I must now begin my work week, facing down four full classes of youthful energy fresh from the weekend and all bouncing off the walls. It is sheer murder.
At any rate, my stint is coming to a close and I will be returning to student life.
I CANNOT WAIT. I JUST CAN'T WAIT FOR IT TO HAPPEN.
To be spending long, lissome nights on essays again; to sacrifice sleep and maybe a few lectures on the altar of academic achievement; to be back in touch with former classmates and present seniors (fuck NS. FUCK NS.); to be in a CCA again; to multitask with three MSN windows (two work, one pleasure), someone on the phone, a couple essays open in Word, a couple books open for footnoting and a world at my feet in Civilization II; to procrastinate endlessly and set targets to be barely met; to not-listen in lectures; to be ready to spring in tutorials; to live for the next assignment or test or exam and be able to enjoy that couple minutes of complete, absolute peace just before the paper and frenetic writing begins.
That is the life of a student. That, is THE LIFE.
I want it. So, so, so bad.
Fuck, I am a masochist.
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