Fatigue

My graduational testimonial is fabulously misleading. I spent two hours trying to extenuate my primordially negative history with pedagogues and finally was able to piece together a bircolage of a pseudo-impeccable, almost peerless attributes of a Jer I was to be. And I still have not found time to wring CCA points out of a few bitches just of yet.

My indefatigable spirit is waning. My sheer aggresiveness and my recently-palliated idiosyncracies of confining myself to a surreal reality is gradually threathening to posses me again. Study is emetic. But I have got prelims. Which I have convinced myself once to be apathetic about. And Goddess...I am perenially engaging in midnight intrigues or syllogistically inane theological polemic even being saddled with tomes which we sometimes mistakenly call "Social Studies", that discuss Singapore's ostensibly highly-vaunted nonpareil government. (Afterall, it is the Ministry Of Error's decreement that we are not to see the conspicuous Lee dynastic ambition to dominate and exploit the country as selfish and flagrantly heinious. I conclude. It is a conspiracy.) (P.S No allusion here; it is outright defamation. Come! Indict me!)

And I am tired of hearing about people falling off the platform at train stations. They should just obliterate all the boisterous advertisements on the television screen as they could really propel a person to jump onto the train tracks out of immaculate frustration.

Suffering from a deadly privation of slumber. It is like I am about to tumble. I have these dark rings under my eyes. It is not going to be long before I need a shot of botox if I persist allowing myself to be interred by academia.

Also, the eleemosynary non-profit organisations I am working with are not kind either. I have two articles to complete. And I have not finished grading my student's essays.

And I do wonder why I spend even 15 minutes whining and wallowing with ciphers and ones. Not to mention the next few days editing this post.

cuRRent...jer
  ¶ 10:43 am