There are people playing fireworks outside my hostel, and i'm wondering what occasion is coming up. Yeah. New year.
I forgot. -_-
Well Christmas this year was more or less dull. Hostel was quiet throughout the celebration. Wish i could say i had a blast, but the only thing blasting off was my head. Spent the entire eve of Christmas writing case history which was due the next day. Yes, i know, i should have started earlier. Never having to do a handwritten report (as previous cycles allowed us to type/print) didn't make me any wiser as to what i was suppose to expect. So, to sum up, i spend 8 hours.... writing... non stop.. continuously... with minimal toilet breaks and extra breathers and the worst of it all, no sleep. Mind you, i started only at 12 am. *cheers and applauds and pats on the back for me, before slapping me silly and shaking me vigorously* Headed on straight to class right after my last inked dot on the paper. I could have made a record on places i was sleeping at along the way. In the metro, on the bus, while waiting for the bus... while waiting for the metro.. while waiting for teacher to enter the class.. While teacher was In class.. While she was giving her lecture.. While she was marking my report.. While walking back from class.. and when i reached my room, i slept for 2 hours before having to go for a Christmas gathering... and then i came home and slept only at 5am. Something is wrong with me.. @@
The best part yet.. while i was in class i noticed something on my finger. My arm had been aching the whole day from the writing. I had to leave it dead weight by my side the entire way to class so i wouldn't feel the pain. Sitting in the classroom, i felt this annoying pain on my ring finger. I looked at it, and stared at it in awe and shock and in amusement, because i have never known or heard of anyone writing till their finger got bruised. Yea, it was blue and black. I sat there, trying to recall if i had in anyway or anytime banged it against something sharp. Nope. It was from writing. I swore, everytime i touched a pen after that, i felt like committing suicide. Blergh.
Well that's Xmas for you. Merry Christmas.
I wished everyone else late anyway. Christmas came and went and i am still here. Holding my pen. Trying to study for my exam.
I swear i'm gonna go crazy for New Year just to make up for this.
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