"Peace"Has our conscience shown? Has the sweet breeze blown? Has all kindness, gone?
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I sacrificed an extra hour of sleep and came to college that much earlier today because I thought I had an early class. Turned out I was wrong. It really isn't fun coming early at all.
Thankfully, I stumbled upon Michelle and Yeaw Khuan :)
The rest of the day was just mundane. I languidly shifted in and out of classes, really with no excitement whatsoever. What they need to give us is a holiday.
Speaking of which, finals are in 2 weeks, including this one. I'm feeling really complacent about things right now. It's good to be confident, but not overconfident right?
I feel like kicking procrastination right where it hurts. I told myself I would start work at 7 this evening, and up to now, which is 11.29pm, I have done nothing. No progress, no product whatsoever.
TELL ME HOW LAH.
I have to stop taking things for granted.
Sometimes I wonder what am I really made of? Besides the obvious flesh and bone. What am I on the inside?
Some days I run an entire day without feeling a single thing, but there are others where I constantly feel this strong sense of attachment to you. There are times where I know this will all come to pass, and then there are others when I don't want it to.
What am I really? Which am I?
I need to continue reading my book. Sorry for the sudden jump into stupid rhetorical questions about seemingly related issues regarding existentialism, but if you read closer, they're really not :)
Chemistry, I love you.
Thankfully, I stumbled upon Michelle and Yeaw Khuan :)
The rest of the day was just mundane. I languidly shifted in and out of classes, really with no excitement whatsoever. What they need to give us is a holiday.
Speaking of which, finals are in 2 weeks, including this one. I'm feeling really complacent about things right now. It's good to be confident, but not overconfident right?
I feel like kicking procrastination right where it hurts. I told myself I would start work at 7 this evening, and up to now, which is 11.29pm, I have done nothing. No progress, no product whatsoever.
TELL ME HOW LAH.
I have to stop taking things for granted.
Sometimes I wonder what am I really made of? Besides the obvious flesh and bone. What am I on the inside?
Some days I run an entire day without feeling a single thing, but there are others where I constantly feel this strong sense of attachment to you. There are times where I know this will all come to pass, and then there are others when I don't want it to.
What am I really? Which am I?
I need to continue reading my book. Sorry for the sudden jump into stupid rhetorical questions about seemingly related issues regarding existentialism, but if you read closer, they're really not :)
Chemistry, I love you.