reading my brother's book cos he seems too slow with it and i don't feel like doing homework (esp since i finished my physics tutorial in school and did a few part-questions of math in the morning so i feel like i've done more than enough homework for the rest of the term) ... poor guy. he's stuck for life with a name as upper-middle-class as baxter and an incredible memory that seems more like a curse and an albatross than a gift :( i actually really feel for him in a weird way even though his world is obviously very detached from mine

i should probably do something about chem i'm lagging behind too much even more than in secondary school and i'm failing physics and math is tedious and ell is hard life sucks man

whereas saved by the bell is annoyingly cheesy yet heartwarming somehow and the characters are just lovably one-and-a-half-dimensional and haha i just watched 3 eps back to back i don't even know what happened

anyway school was gr8. ell lecture ended one hour early so we joined the class at the canteen before they left for econs. then i went to the primes table to sleep for a while before wild creatures who respond to the names of amy and jess appeared in my bleary vision and inadvertently woke me up because the table we sat at had legs of uneven length and shook whenever someone moved their butt

we studied till around 6+. me and angeline completed our physics tutorial while victor and hannah happily ate butter cookies. then when sam came back from her match support i became a ddp once again shining my unwelcome luminescence over shimantha and vicgeline :(

aaand that is all bye my book is waiting for me

[update @ 10.55]
ok i finished the book ;__; now i have no excuse to not resume watching my lecture vids so bye


[update @ 11.10]
the curious case of unmotivated faith. i think me at sec 2 was in better state than this decadent life i am currently living. i feel like a zombie without the hungry for brains bit and it's not at all pleasing. can't seem to get out of my hole of apathetic lethargy e_e to be really honest with myself i don't really give a shit about graphic design anymore i mean i like it when things are pretty but i no longer possess the desire to create anything anymore and i sort of wish that i could feel again whatever i felt then, staying till 4+ to tumblr and code and design useless graphics just for the sake of making art (albeit contentious to be called that)

and i think i'm going to sleep i don't really feel like doing chem after all - never mind that it was due last week and i have tutorial tmr

really, i have already unwittingly memorised my timetable. having the same timetable for both even and odd weeks really makes life a lot simpler.


oh and i forgot to mention. yesterday my class had a supernatural experience in the lift. we were taking from the 5th floor when the lift suddenly dropped, as if the grip on the cable holding the cubicle up suddenly slackened ... and then we got transported to the 14th floor. remember the other day when some teachers and students went up to the 9th floor? ha. we beat their record. but we did pay good ol' 9th floor a visit on the way down to the 4th floor though (yes we ended up only taking 1 level down after all that trouble)

and today gillian slapped me i can still feel the imprint of her palm on my left (or is it right? i can never tell which is which) cheek T_T