Today marks the end of my FIRST week daily lessons in school. Gosh i am so tired!

It is seriously no joke to go to school everyday! Even though it is just 2hours a day. I seriously wonder how i managed to wake up at 6am and stayed awake listening to monologuely-programmed teachers rambling 1+1 when i was only six years old. Kudos to kids these days, i would jolly well wandered off to lalaland.

But then again, these kids don't have 32529-yellow-pages of readings to read everyday, and another 3987 essays to write which can amount to 15130679712158 number of words!

Okie, i am exaggerating. But i do really have a lot of readings to do and 10 other #^%&* essays to write. To top it off, i also have a thesis on which i still have absolutely no idea what to write.

I am just sulking. But the thing is, i can't get myself to work during the day. So i burn 2 nights trying to get somethings done. On a happier note, i managed to get a little moving. Maybe, i should work by night and sleep until its time for me to go for classes.

Oh, i was a little disappointed when Kuang Hong (who promise to help me ask about a temp job - which he did) told me that they don't need people for the time being. Hmm...

Actually, i wanted to do a little teaching. Just like what i used to do 1 year ago at this time. Should i not hold back and try to ask my ex-company if they wanna me to come back? My ideal time schedule is to teach in the morning (since schools usually morning sessions now), fuck off by noon and head off to library or something to do schoolworks, and finally head off to class at night.

I haven took much pictures recently, so sian, i wanna keep more memories of myself. Memories of me sulking away, rotting in the decay of modern society waiting for the big erky flies to feast on my rotting body. No, serious, i want to take pictures!

I have always had an interest to indulge in pleasure reading (not my horrendous yellow pages! but nice novels)! And my latest book is making an idiot out of me on the MRT, by tickling me to, literally speaking, LAUGH OUT LOUD. I am reading the inks of Neil Humphreys' Notes from an even smaller Island. His light-hearted way of putting an issue/a culture across to another is simply magical. And certainly, his way of writing has very much now influence the way i write! Love it. Although he really did make me look like an idiot in the train.