Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Thy author art a douche.

That's right.

With reference to yesterday: I suppose that not sleeping when I promised myself I would (and hence breaking that promise) and then proceeding to read manga till 5.30 in the morn before I finally decided to give myself a few literal slaps in the face; in the meantime, trying to turn off the fan (turned it back on again) and trying out half-squatting (aka phantom chair; gave up after 10 minutes and sat back down) and failing to convince myself to go the hell to sleep (Sounds like a new children's story I've recently read about in the papers, but diversions aside...)
propels me to the high echelons of idiotdom, rubbing shoulders with the likes of DSK and Mr Anthony Weiner (now, it can't be helped if only sex-related fools were featured in the papers recently, right?).

And then, of course I woke up very, very late, even though I clearly asked my dad, mum, and through them, my maid to wake me up at 9, at the very latest. Of course I woke up at... drumroll.... 4.45pm. After repeated calls from two very worried friends, one of whom actually whipped out her phonebook and started looking for a certain household to call (probably... I didn't exactly give her my home number. I guess.).

I have commited multiple crimes- of breaking my own promise, of letting down my friends, my parents, teachers, and most importantly, myself.

Perhaps I should be a fool no longer and get going to sleep, since my Chinese oral exam is in about five hours' time.

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