This isn't looking good at all. When I want to study in the afternoon, my zombified brain can't seem to handle even simple MOM questions which are basically rehashed versions of what I experienced in Statics last semester. Even now when I want to sleep, my brain's just too active to allow me to knock off into dreamland properly. To make matters worse, my brain's just tired enough such that I can't really study properly either. It just doesn't make sense to be staring at a piece of paper with nothing coming to mind.
So with nothing better to do, I decided that the next best thing to tossing and turning in bed for the next few hours would be to rant about my problems in the Web of Fudge. It has struck me that I haven't been touching the Anthology of Seasons in weeks. Not that I don't want to write any more poetry, but the plain and simple truth is that I hardly have any more time or breathing space to spare for iambic pentameter in The Anthology of Seasons. Nowadays it's been all about revision, revision, revision.... and even more revision.
It has reached the stage where I don't even feel in the mood for Hari Raya. Extremely sad, for this sort of thing only comes along once a year. Then again, all the Hari Rayas since 2002 have never been really that great. That was the year when I entered the Army. Even ORD in 2004 didn't change things much, for it is highly unfortunate that the exam period has to come right after Hari Raya. The same goes for this year. Sigh.
As was the case with last year, I can only afford to spend a day of enjoying Hari Raya. That's not good, considering that the celebration occurs over the length of a month. Believe me, the Malays are pretty enthusiastic when it comes to celebrating this festival. I can still remember what happened last year... I was back in school the very next day to mug together with Stephanie at the Central Library. I can imagine that's going to be the case this time round as well, except that I now don't have the mood to go all the way down to Kent Ridge for intensive mugging. It's just not worth sacrificing an hour of sleep just to reserve a place at the Central Library. With my current chronic insomnia, any sleep I can get is good sleep.
If this keeps up, I'm going to have to get treatment for it. I don't like the idea, but I don't have much of a choice either. As much as I said in my last entry that it takes a crazy person to survive NUS Faculty of Engineering, there's only so much craziness which I can take.
So with nothing better to do, I decided that the next best thing to tossing and turning in bed for the next few hours would be to rant about my problems in the Web of Fudge. It has struck me that I haven't been touching the Anthology of Seasons in weeks. Not that I don't want to write any more poetry, but the plain and simple truth is that I hardly have any more time or breathing space to spare for iambic pentameter in The Anthology of Seasons. Nowadays it's been all about revision, revision, revision.... and even more revision.
It has reached the stage where I don't even feel in the mood for Hari Raya. Extremely sad, for this sort of thing only comes along once a year. Then again, all the Hari Rayas since 2002 have never been really that great. That was the year when I entered the Army. Even ORD in 2004 didn't change things much, for it is highly unfortunate that the exam period has to come right after Hari Raya. The same goes for this year. Sigh.
As was the case with last year, I can only afford to spend a day of enjoying Hari Raya. That's not good, considering that the celebration occurs over the length of a month. Believe me, the Malays are pretty enthusiastic when it comes to celebrating this festival. I can still remember what happened last year... I was back in school the very next day to mug together with Stephanie at the Central Library. I can imagine that's going to be the case this time round as well, except that I now don't have the mood to go all the way down to Kent Ridge for intensive mugging. It's just not worth sacrificing an hour of sleep just to reserve a place at the Central Library. With my current chronic insomnia, any sleep I can get is good sleep.
If this keeps up, I'm going to have to get treatment for it. I don't like the idea, but I don't have much of a choice either. As much as I said in my last entry that it takes a crazy person to survive NUS Faculty of Engineering, there's only so much craziness which I can take.