Yes, yes... I am still quite alive. I enjoy exam periods.. ah, the adrenaline, the time you feel you are actually capable of reading a whole paragraph of Penner (still quite a long distance before you get to the last page, pg 518), when you can use the excuse of 'I need to study' to dodge any errands, and when you can actually wake up in time for a Macdonald's breakfast as opposed to sprinting to the nearest one at 10.59 am before they call it "LUNCH", though this list is not exhaustive.

Of course, the depressing thing is, you munch on whatever you can find to keep yourself awake and you stand in denial, believing that gravity is getting stronger because you feel heavier (not because you actually really are heavier). Oh well.

Things I achieved so far by holding a pen and massaging my head while staring (in a pitiful manner) at the pile of books in front of me while repeating softly (not too soft, make sure its still audible to the nearest person.. "stressed out man....") :

-got my cousin to make a hot drink for me without begging

-got my twofortyone to be my human alarm clock (hehe)

-got to fall asleep in the living room without anyone nudging me because i'm "stressed and i need to shut my eyes for a little while"

not much i know.. nothing to be proud of.. but hey, i'm satisfied.

study beckons!