morgueville,heartland living.

9 fucking more days to the deadline of the coursework. my state of consciousness revels around insanity. and realised my uncanny resemblance to the image on the mirror has changed for the worst, compared to the day before yesterday. and the day before that. just so you know, i have not shaved for 4 days 12 hours and 28 minutes (self-consolation of becoming one step closer to a johnny-depp-goatee bohemia lasted all of 6 hours 13 minutes. the word now is just 'unkempt'.) but i still take showers. 3 times a day. waking up in the morning no longer ensue my biological logic of sleeping for 5 more minutes. it simply means wakethefuckupbrushyourteetheatyourbreakfastreadyourpapersdoyourart. the preliminary papers are at the back of my head. but learnt that smoking through essays, though hazardous to health, provides this temporary salvation that i may be a frigging genius who need not study at all, to get good grades (ahh. alliteration!). and if i do do well, perhaps i should do the same for the As, no?


you know insanity beckons and freedom did not when all you listen to are saccharine pop tunes that you were too ashamed to admit you know. (but i keep the volume down so people wouldn't know. i am still quite sane. i am.) and downing 3 pig mooncakes at one go isn't anyone's idea of destressing. especially when you just came back from a jog 2 hours ago.


and please. no one are allowed to tag 'don't worry shu/shuming/he shuming/chinaman/nimcumpoot, after 9 days you will only have 3 subjects to study! so lucky. so lucky!' these 9 damned days are equivalent to all your months of cramming geography/history/divinity/whatever into wherever. and looking at the way i studied my economics, economics will henceforth = 2 subjects after the 28th. i wished i could have that time to look forward to it. 5 minutes of daydream could be adding 2 shades of green to a yellow. time ain't my bitch, honey.


and typing this entry could have been 1/4 of a prep page done.