Euro '04

Sleep. I need sleep. Classes start tomorrow.
I'll fall asleep in class. I'll be black-listed on the first day of the sem.
Wonderful.

Wait. There's an hour more till the game starts.
Ample time for a quick snooze. I think.
No matter. Fear will keep me awake.
The thought of missing the game is almost too much to bear.

I have to wake my brother in time for the match.
No, not the Ball.
My elder one this time. The one who doesn't support my team. Wait, none of them do.
*sigh* I pity them. They don't know how much they're missing out. =P

I think I'll go for that nap anyway.

Out, far far away

"Mum said they taste nice."

My little brother(the Ball) was standing by the door.

I stared. He left.

I met my mother in the hall, sometime later.
"Hey, how's your famous bread going on?" she asked sweetly.
"Are you done with them yet?"

I nodded, and we shared a smile.

"No worries girl, they're all out in the bin already."

Baking?

I baked. Bread.
Well, at least something distantly related to it.

I had just removed them from the oven when my younger brother came around.
"Are those muffins?"

No, you idiot, it's bread! Can't you see? Bread in a muffin tin!

I poked at the muffin-ny breads. They look done. Overdone, in fact.
Nevermind, least no one could say they were uncooked! Hah! =P
I pried one open.
And ew, they were still slightly raw! Not really risen and a slight batter-type texture.
But what the hell. I'm tired of looking out for them. Why can't they just save their own skin? Anyway, any longer in their tanning bed they'll turn in to carbon.

My bro was peering over my shoulder. (sidetrack: I think I'll refer to him as the Ball from now; he's too round for words)
"Can I eat them already? They look good."

Ok, maybe he's not that bad after all. Just a little blind. Very much forgivable.

Doomsday

For me, that is.
And it's tomorrow.

Raving mad? Me?
Not at all!
Exam results will be out tomorrow.
The stench of death is overpowering.
Just a wee bit overboard there, but you get the gist.
(For those of you who aren't in the know, exam results = ego crusher. Being in the top class guarantees nothing but that.)

Alright, mabye just not your typical idea of doom.
But it comes close.

Birthday Bonkers

This is getting from bad to worse.
First, I like tuition classes - which translates into studying - then I start wishing everyone happy birthday. Even if I don't know them.

It's not that bad, is it?
I don't see anything wrong with it.
Do you?
I betcha don't. I'm just being nice and friendly, kind considerate and blah.
You don't usually get that from the average guy on the street.
I am being nice. People just don't understand. Heh.

I feel much better already.
Thumbs-up to self-comforting sessions!

Happy Birthday to y'all out there!
(even if it's not your birthday, it'll come, sooner or later. Have no fear!)

=)

Joy!

I'm home. And yes, I'm happy.
HAPPY.
Why? It's because I went for tuition!

I'm me, honest to God! I swear!
It's me in the flesh, me me me!
I am actually saying this : studying made my day.

Call me a freak, a nerd. Whatever. I can't be bothered.
I'm too busy calling myself names.

Out in the big big world of the monotonous

I thought I did it. Escaping, I mean.
Escaping the boring way of life that has become mine for the past two weeks.
I planned to start blogging; to spice up my life.

It failed.

Disappointing, p'raps, but get-able over.
In fact, it didn't affect me at all, no-ooo. I just feel worse.

I'm off to tuition.

Escaping the mundane

This is it. I did it. Finally.
After weeks of contemplating about a blog, i finally threw caution to the wind - what caution anyway? - and started one.

Weird. I don't feel excited. Or happy. Or anything positive, in fact. All those delirious feelings you get when you take a plunge and do something new. They're oddly missing.

Then it hit me hard. I've tired of writing before even starting.

How's that for the first day of blogging?

Have a nice day.