Short posts from now onwards... here goes

My life, is COLOUR without substance, just like the chinese compo i got 15/35 for content and 27/35 for expression...... And even the colour in life is muted and toned down. But anyway I wrote the chinese essay to vent some depression anyway, I really couldn't be bothered whether niu yi found meaning in it, writing is an avenue of spewing out those twisting vines of despairing thoughts that clutch at your heart. Or your love obsessions, which, apparently, is to my class an inevitable topic in narrative compos.

So, I'm Sleepwalking through life and waiting to bump into a wall and wake up, but this world seems infinitely empty. Or maybe a sleepwalker has such a worldly, floating-at-the-top-of-the-world feeling that he doesn't focus on the present...

Today Eddie Chua blamed my sleepy exhaustion on girls, wtf, thats totally off... Some people's body clock just set to 2am ok...

A quote from an email message (the type where you forward stuff):

Being able to sleep at 1am deserves a sigh of relief.

Being able to sleep at 12am is a luxury.

Being able to sleep at 11pm is a blessing.

Being able to sleep at 10pm is a miracle.

Being able to sleep at 9pm means you are a slacker.

By the wisdom of the masses, sleeping at 2am probably should be considered normal.