nearly two weeks have elapsed since my last entry. that means, i've either been up to my neck in work, or trying to be up to my neck in work.

no seriously, i really am. and i'm really trying too. this period of time's especially painful cos A'LEVELS ARE LIKE COMING AND YET STILL NOT HERE SO PLS JUST COME QUICK AND GET THE HELL OUT.

pardon the outburst. wasnt really an outburst actually, cos i felt pretty calm while typing it. although, indeed, the sentiment is real. i'm really and truly tired of this agonising period when my days, hours and minutes are defined by words, numbers, formulae, abstract concepts (gp omg. it makes me throw up), graphs, explanations, trends, ETC.

did i say gp makes me want to throw up? in a way, it does. but i'm kind of ambivalent towards it in the sense that i appreciate the intricacies of language and all those abstract concepts as a form of art, but to answer those bloody questions really makes my stomach turn over.

was doing some reading just now when a shout outside brought me to the window. turned out to be a pe teacher shouting at his charges to run faster. he hollers sthg like "dont let me get there before you do!" and instantly the lethargic kids seem to receive a new burst of energy and blast off ahead of him. except for this lone, rotund little guy. i tell you lah, the singapore pe system is cruel. i learnt that like years ago. i must say, though, that it was quite amusing looking at them, for it reminded me of days past. in fact, days just not so long ago, when i, too, had to submit to the yells and calls of those tshirt-&-shorts-decked humans known as pe teachers.

alright. back to hit the books.