Literique (A post monotonously spiked)
Wake up in the morning. Typical morning of slack. I noticed, when you wake up early, you feel tiredly pissed. When you wake up at your normal time, you feel boringly pissed. So like, as long as you wake up, you feel pissed, no matter how long you sleep.
I held the on button of my A668 and checked the time as it went on with its polyphonic opening solo. 12.00 p.m. Cool, so its kind of late I guess. I stood up abruptly from bed and well, was greeted immediately by a blinding darkness and swirling of my head. I like that feeling. It occurs when too much blood flows out from your brain. A semi faint.
I staggered to the toilet, such a natural movement it is for the past 7 years it seemed I could do so blindfolded. The mirror in the toilet showed a pile of human fatigue with hair that seemed to have come from a Gatsby Saloon. Well, nothing much surprising, I turned on the shower and let the globules of anti-fatigue rain on my hair face and body. Of course the clothes gotto come off first. And they stank of foul smell of sweat.
After the awakening process, as I always think so, I ate a typical breakfast and prepared for a typical geographic mugging day. Resources and map reading to be tested tomorrow, what a cool combi.
Whenever I got tired of reading the textbook, featuring how solar energy kicks ass or how rich Brunei is, I will continue on the chapters of my rare English read, The Chronicles of the Wind Up Bird.
And its because of its pro literacy that well "inspired" me to crap this out.
Shall dedicate a post to the book once I finished reading it.
Anyway, time flies. Soon, its 5.00 p.m. I decided to embark on a tea making journey. I love to make tea. I don't really know why, perhaps it just gives me the 15 minutes to stay away from work and well, empty the mind. I would start by boiling water. Boiled water makes boisterous tea. Or so I think. While the boiler grumbles away, I would put a tea bag into a cup, and empty a full teaspoon of sugar into the cup. Next I would reach out for the condensed milk semi-frozen up in the compartments of my refrigerator, then scoop a 3 bountiful teaspoons of thick creamy milk into the cup.
Bubbling to a stop, I would pour the freshly boiled water from the boiler into the cup. Oh man the kick I get, watching the contents dissolving into the water, forming a whitish precipitate of milk particles at first, before the brown tea molecules give it a brownish look. The end product, a brownish white precipitate, insoluble in excess H20. Suspension has a sweet milkish smell. When consumed, makes you feel good man.
Yea and so that was what I did just now.
Well, Daniel and Daryl just asked me to go chill with them at PP. Well, unfortunately, I am in no mood of losing money yet, with a Geography test tomorrow. Yea I may be good at Geography, but I guess that makes you more afraid of it. Afraid of scoring lower, afraid of not living up to expectations. I guess thats what the top student suffers from, high self expectations and the niaowage of others of being too studious and unable to relax.
No I am not saying I am the top student. I am saying my forte is Geog, thats all.
But well, I am definitely not happy with the decision I make. A missed opportunity for fun in life, a missed opportunity to socialise in life, a missed opportunity in life itself. It may be just 2 hours of pooling, but it all adds up to the joys of life.
Nevermind, I promise myself to relax well after tomorrow's last test of the term.
But I always make broken promises.
Haiz, why am I always contradicting myself?!
WHAT A GAY POST OMG HAHA!!
Luck for geog!
I held the on button of my A668 and checked the time as it went on with its polyphonic opening solo. 12.00 p.m. Cool, so its kind of late I guess. I stood up abruptly from bed and well, was greeted immediately by a blinding darkness and swirling of my head. I like that feeling. It occurs when too much blood flows out from your brain. A semi faint.
I staggered to the toilet, such a natural movement it is for the past 7 years it seemed I could do so blindfolded. The mirror in the toilet showed a pile of human fatigue with hair that seemed to have come from a Gatsby Saloon. Well, nothing much surprising, I turned on the shower and let the globules of anti-fatigue rain on my hair face and body. Of course the clothes gotto come off first. And they stank of foul smell of sweat.
After the awakening process, as I always think so, I ate a typical breakfast and prepared for a typical geographic mugging day. Resources and map reading to be tested tomorrow, what a cool combi.
Whenever I got tired of reading the textbook, featuring how solar energy kicks ass or how rich Brunei is, I will continue on the chapters of my rare English read, The Chronicles of the Wind Up Bird.
And its because of its pro literacy that well "inspired" me to crap this out.
Shall dedicate a post to the book once I finished reading it.
Anyway, time flies. Soon, its 5.00 p.m. I decided to embark on a tea making journey. I love to make tea. I don't really know why, perhaps it just gives me the 15 minutes to stay away from work and well, empty the mind. I would start by boiling water. Boiled water makes boisterous tea. Or so I think. While the boiler grumbles away, I would put a tea bag into a cup, and empty a full teaspoon of sugar into the cup. Next I would reach out for the condensed milk semi-frozen up in the compartments of my refrigerator, then scoop a 3 bountiful teaspoons of thick creamy milk into the cup.
Bubbling to a stop, I would pour the freshly boiled water from the boiler into the cup. Oh man the kick I get, watching the contents dissolving into the water, forming a whitish precipitate of milk particles at first, before the brown tea molecules give it a brownish look. The end product, a brownish white precipitate, insoluble in excess H20. Suspension has a sweet milkish smell. When consumed, makes you feel good man.
Yea and so that was what I did just now.
Well, Daniel and Daryl just asked me to go chill with them at PP. Well, unfortunately, I am in no mood of losing money yet, with a Geography test tomorrow. Yea I may be good at Geography, but I guess that makes you more afraid of it. Afraid of scoring lower, afraid of not living up to expectations. I guess thats what the top student suffers from, high self expectations and the niaowage of others of being too studious and unable to relax.
No I am not saying I am the top student. I am saying my forte is Geog, thats all.
But well, I am definitely not happy with the decision I make. A missed opportunity for fun in life, a missed opportunity to socialise in life, a missed opportunity in life itself. It may be just 2 hours of pooling, but it all adds up to the joys of life.
Nevermind, I promise myself to relax well after tomorrow's last test of the term.
But I always make broken promises.
Haiz, why am I always contradicting myself?!
WHAT A GAY POST OMG HAHA!!
Luck for geog!
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