Skool.

I'm a retard for being awake. I had this epic plan to stay awake the whole of sunday and sleep at night, but obviously it didn't quite work out. I woke up at 12am and here I am. Gasp. Everyone else is asleep. I'm da retarted!

What a blast. Went out more in the last week of the holidays than the preceding 8 weeks. But my activities are pretty boring, something like mahjong eat mahjong sleep mahjong etc. My mahjong career is off to a bright start, I have a positive net profit value. Applause. Anyway it was Zhi kai's birthday and congratulations on turning 18. Old fart. 17 is the smexy.

I refuse to go back to my bed in a pathetic attempt to sleep which will inevitably result in my tossing and turning for eternity. I refuse to allow my mind time to dwell on its flights of fancies. I cannot be seeing so much from so little. The hidden meanings in every gesture or action. It's not healthy to fuel an impossible obssession. To think, here lies hope! To imagine.

I just took a break to play dota and I am the man. The manliest pugna ever. It's 3.30. 3 hours to school. And my sis just came home. I'm going to watch Balzac and the Little Seamstress. Unfortunately, the screwed buffering time means that I may not be able to finish it. I'm about 3 quarters through. Damn. 6 o clock. It's the start of school. I hope I survive not doing chem or math or whatever other homework there is. Or not cutting my hair yet.

Hello school.