hello everybuddy...
i am reminded of grover the blue monster from sesame street...
the scrawny one...
the one who looked as if his arms were mere scraps of fluffy blue cloth...
and the whole of his head was a fluffy blue ball chopped in half...
the one who smiles from ear to ear... literally...

it's funny how i'm now so lethargic and some people i'm talking to are really high...
like really... like on the fiftieth story of the new hdb at duxton...
bwahaha... here showcases a prime example of comical hyperbole...

just found out last night before collapsing in bed that there's no history assignment due on monday... which was probably what made me collapse on bed in the first place...
relief...

tired out of my wits last night... probably due to alumni practice where i was standing the whole time... and shouting above bloody noisy fans... but i like being tired like that... exhaustion from pursuing what you really like is different from fainting from the sight of an increasing marginal propensity for tutors to assign tutorials... and fainting again when trying to accomplish them...
i mean... why can't tutors tutor and do just that... i bet tutorials was a word stolen from some other function to euphemize homework...

and oh yar... i can't even call it work now cos i'm not in paid employment... which according to some... is the preferred definition of work...
thanks a lot yar... now i'm stuck with doing an ess-ache-eye-tee pile of stuff which i have no idea what to call... bloody semantics...

still... i'm slacking away... and i'm guilty... but i'm happy... cos i'm slacking away...
do you call this a vicious cycle...?
hmm...

anyways... i'm going off for me dinner soon... and then another night of theatre..
ain't it great...
my fleeting, ephemeral, life as a bohemian...
... who am i kidding...?