Just got up from a not-so-power nap and I'm feeling totally stripped bare of confidence for GE1101E tomorrow, or should I say, perhaps another 15 hours later. (by the way, its Geography) Despite the fact that its almost (note: almost) a revision of A-level Geography...I can't seem to derust my brain nor get rid of the cobwebs which have formed since I graduated to gain access to the valuable knowledge my brain seems to hold.
The exams have reduced me to a grumpy old hag with permanent eye bags, jiggly fats (due to excessive snacking and lack of exercise), and a loss of vitality within myself. Or is it not only the exams? I feel like I'm immersed in a pool of oppression and there is no way of extracting myself out of it unless something radical happens. I do wish for the radical thing to quickly happen, but I myself know not what it is.
Someone get me anti-depressants.
Puay said I looked like I've lost the vibrance in my life. But she said more than that. She listened to me for as long as I will allow her to, she drew me out from the hole I have dug and hidden myself in for the past couple of days. Maintaining a cheerful demeanor everyday has become more of a challenge for me rather than a natural part of myself.
But then again, I realise I start to blog only when I'm really depressed, feeling down or something. Or when I have the urge to say what I really wanna say. Haiyar, I'm just being whiney.
Was viewing SportsCamp 2004 pictures with Jo, Huiling and Nick. We were all moaning about the enormous amount of weight we have put on, the wonderful nice golden healthy tan we have lost since 4-5 months ago. Oh it was saaaaaadddddd....
I'm really supposed to go on a diet. So if you catch me eating more than I should and exercising less than I should, please remind me about Project Diet.
Meanwhile, its back to the books for me. Not that I will absorb anything by tonight...I don't know.
Life simply sucks for me now. I don't know which direction I'm heading off to, I don't know why I'm letting myself be led around by the nose, I don't know why there is no more reason for me to smile. All I know is, I want my old self back. I want to sit back and grin in satisfaction.
I miss my girl-friends. The people who are as crazy over a particular TYS (Tom Yam Soup) as I am.
The exams have reduced me to a grumpy old hag with permanent eye bags, jiggly fats (due to excessive snacking and lack of exercise), and a loss of vitality within myself. Or is it not only the exams? I feel like I'm immersed in a pool of oppression and there is no way of extracting myself out of it unless something radical happens. I do wish for the radical thing to quickly happen, but I myself know not what it is.
Someone get me anti-depressants.
Puay said I looked like I've lost the vibrance in my life. But she said more than that. She listened to me for as long as I will allow her to, she drew me out from the hole I have dug and hidden myself in for the past couple of days. Maintaining a cheerful demeanor everyday has become more of a challenge for me rather than a natural part of myself.
But then again, I realise I start to blog only when I'm really depressed, feeling down or something. Or when I have the urge to say what I really wanna say. Haiyar, I'm just being whiney.
Was viewing SportsCamp 2004 pictures with Jo, Huiling and Nick. We were all moaning about the enormous amount of weight we have put on, the wonderful nice golden healthy tan we have lost since 4-5 months ago. Oh it was saaaaaadddddd....
I'm really supposed to go on a diet. So if you catch me eating more than I should and exercising less than I should, please remind me about Project Diet.
Meanwhile, its back to the books for me. Not that I will absorb anything by tonight...I don't know.
Life simply sucks for me now. I don't know which direction I'm heading off to, I don't know why I'm letting myself be led around by the nose, I don't know why there is no more reason for me to smile. All I know is, I want my old self back. I want to sit back and grin in satisfaction.
I miss my girl-friends. The people who are as crazy over a particular TYS (Tom Yam Soup) as I am.