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Sunday, September 28, 2008 . Hours after and Before Hell

Hours before Hell

16 September 2008

10:40am.

Day 26 of my mugging schedule. Fridays are the second most dreadful days of the week. Tuesday is Friday today. I had four blocks in a row without as much as a breather, almost half a day in a 15m x 10m box. Zephyr was torturing my mental faculties at 16 degrees Celsius and enjoying it. Having slept for only 4 hours the night before did not help alleviate my condition, but somehow I felt the compulsion to stay awake during the physics lecture.

11:35am.

My shattered consciousness is surfeited with phase differences. Break is leading me by 5 minutes. I’ve this urge to combust my brain in excess oxygen, but I shall resist the temptation. In these testing times, people tend to find inadequacy in themselves, especially when a terabyte of memory space is less than enough to breeze through hell week. Maclaurin should be less portentous. Seriously. The paper chase has never been so real. And we do not ask why. When your paper is 3 hours long, you have no time for some questions, literally.

4:00pm

I’ve just finished crashing econs remedial. I’m crashing chem remedial now. It’s 2 hours before the walking fountains of wealth close for the week. (yes, knowledge is wealth.) I need to be more productive efficient than a sponge.

5:30pm

Remedial has ended. I caught a glance of my fleeting rose sleeping in B41. Everyone is drained nowadays, the system sifting our life’s energies away. 25 seconds felt like 5. Someone square-rooted time. I shall leave before her slumber ceases. 5 days, 6 hours, 25 minutes and 12 seconds before Hell Week. It’s disquieting.

Hours after Hell

26 September 2008

12:40pm

Been to hell and back. I shall adjust my wavelength to avoid bad frequencies of swearing and cursing. The worst was bad enough.

5:20pm

I’m stilling my mind in front of my computer as I write this. 8 months of JC life. All the fun and laughter and all the hectic rush. Looking back, what have we really gained? Maybe a few friends. Maybe a few real friends who would stick by you through thick and thin, through the most arduous journeys. Maybe a few crushes. Maybe that girl from the other class whom you’ve taken a liking for since the start of the year but never had the courage to get to know her. The undeniable truth? Time files. From the quixotic mirage of February’s felicity, to the delirium of June’s freedom. August was desolate whilst many woke up at the end of September. Dismal? Doleful? Life goes on. Insanity is often the logic of an accurate mind over-tasked. But just like the arrow leaving the bowstring, there’s no turning back until it reaches its target. We’re not very far from ours.

slashed at 9:52 PM .