Yes, I do strongly feel that I've just burnt my long weekend away.
Haven't really been able to sit still and do up my assignments though. I've only finished like my Social Studies Questions (due last Friday) and my Chemistry Workbook. And when I say finished, it means every blank is filled, every query is thought about, and the bloody book is closed with a satisfying feeling.
But I had E Maths tuition, and today Chemistry tuition. So I guess, it's not that bad after all?
But frankly, those things stated above are just to comfort myself. How much could actually have been done in this long period of 3 and a half days? A lot, actually.
But thinking about it, this long weekend has been used beneficially, though not wisely. I've rested well and grown more tired (to hell with 'beauty sleep') and made many, many new friends from the play during the 4 nights.
Tomorrow would be back to school again. Oh how I dread that Mad Rush.. It's a continuous never-ending chain of events that promises to blast your insides upside down like a bloody rollercoaster that won't stop and causes you to feel so so so so so so tired and yet there's no reason or chance for you to take a deep breath and exhale for a second cos its really such a crazy rush.
Well, if only the world would stop for a moment when you needed it to.
And if only the days were 48 hours long.
How about if humans only needed 3 to 4 hours of sleep per day?
Time, time, time. It all boils down to time management at the end of the tiring day. And a certain Lady even has the balls to tell the entire class Andre can manage his 24 hours so bloody well.
"Oh please share with us how you can do that"
To hell with that!
Oh. How I hope tomorrow would past swiftly. And I'd have some extra time to finish my never-ending list of assignments. Plus I'd have to study for the coming tests next week.
And I hope The Mee Stall in the canteen in school opens tomorrow. I wouldn't wanna speculate bout their demise from the canteen scene for these 3 weeks. Ghastly thoughts have begun to float into my little brain about why they're not opening. Did the Auntie die? Did someone die? Are there no more pig's da changs and xiao changs left in the market to cook my favourite kway chap? Did the poor Auntie get thrown into some lor mee broth, got cooked alive and served in the green bowl?
Choy!
I'm crossing my fingers. And when the Auntie makes a comeback with her delicious kway chap, I'm gonna sing for joy!
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