I skipped school today because I have not completed my maths and physics assignments. I'm such a pussy man. Deep inside, I am so ashamed of myself because 17 years old already and still pon school cause scared teacher scold.

Actually, I was not scared really. I just anticipated that the assignments will take up a lot of my time and this week is a pretty hectic one especially with SDS. So when I woke up today at 745, I washed up, made coffee (i convinced myself that coffee is like fuel) and fell asleep again while waiting for the water to boil.

I know. I know. I'm that pathetic.

So woke up again at 945 and I had to reboil my water and this time I made sure I did not lie down with my mother again. My mother has this unseen force that just pulls you to sleep with her when you just intend to sit on the bed. Anyhoo, I made coffee and at 10 plus I got to work. By 1pm, I finished all my assignments already.

And I cannot believe I pon just for 3-hours work. I should really shoot myself.

But whatever la, I love days without school. It makes me feel human.

I have finally discovered the value of time. What one second can make, what one second can break. The profound impact one second can have on the rest of your lives.

This is the story and let me warn you it's really anti-climax.

I was bathing, getting ready for school and at that point, when i was shampooing my hair, i've always feared that when i open my eyes, there'll be something standing, floating, sitting (you get my drift) in front of me. That is the secret to bathing in less than 5 minutes.

So anyway, after all that, I was contemplating whether to cleanse my face for the second time (i have that strange habit) or just get dressed straightaway but because everyone knows how lazy i am, i chose to get out. So, immediately after i stepped out of the toilet, my mother rushed in. and THAT, was when it happened.

A COCKROACH FLEW INTO THE TOILET FROM THE WINDOW AND FLEW ALL OVER THE TOILET!

Can you imagine what would have happened if I actually decided to cleanse my face again?!

OMG.

That is my understanding of the value of time and above anything, that is the beauty of sloth.

I knew something good would eventually come out from my being so goddamn lazy.

I hate headaches. It makes me really weak.

Its the bloody weather la. Apart from me, I know 4 other people who are down with fever n flu.

Bodoh ah.

Then there Physics SPA tmr and thurs due for china research essay.

Double bodoh ah.

Yesterday, I had sore throat and the kinda irritating cough you get when you want to but you cannot and there's like dust particles sticking on your lungs. And it made me so annoyed cause it was so hard to sleep and we all know the importance of a good sleep.

So last night, I had the worst time trying to fall asleep cause the eyes were heavy and the mind was exhausted but each time I drift into my slumber, my throat itches and I cough so hard that my throat felt like it was on fire. And my head throbs from the violent coughs and sneezing, i was tempted to take a Panadol.

Oh in case you didn't know, I rather put up with a week of agony than take my medicine. I cannot stand the bitterness of medicine. And I'm scared of it.

So when I woke up this morning, i took a panadol and that says a lot about the discomfort i was in. Woke up again with the bitchiest throat ever and a nose that is running faster than a Kenyan.

And oh, that got me thinking that I'd take fractured arm/sprained ankle any day than some stupid flu.

So you know right, I've been analysing myself, deciphering my own words, decoding my every movement.. you know, the basic things you would do when you are trying to figure out how God's best creation works. And lets not get to the technicalaties of it cause I would lose you cause damn, I am complex.

And I lost my train of thoughts.

Oh yes, so while doing the above, I discovered something about myself. No, strike that. I did not discover- just found something concrete that affirmed my discovery of 837218371298371 years. And this is it..

My eyes and my mind seem to not be able to coordinate. And as such, I tend to abuse and often misuse these terms- "hot" and "sexy". My eyes see something not really of those qualities but like any other malfunctioned brain, my mind screams "hot" and "sexy" and I hyperventilate.

To further substantiate my claims of defection on my part, I find hotness and sexiness in all the wrong places/people. Places, not much honestly but often, people really. Like for example, I find this one person really really sexy cause he is so mysterious since he doesn't do anything that suggests amiability.

But seriously, friendly is so overrated! Lets all be cold and mean so we can all be sexy.

I'm praying this is yet another phase but knowing me, this may take a while.

I've been so busy.

And as usual, I hate physics. And I'm getting this vibe that Physics hates me too.

Old news baby.

Bye.

So here's the deal right.

Injury no. 3274892173192837928: Numb left hand; Unable to raise hand without expletives.

And I heard you say, what's new?

Honestly, I have no idea what the hell happened to my hand but I do remember knocking it against something on Sunday. Something because I knock myself against every possible object in my proximity to the extent I cannot even remember if it's the drawer, the door, the table leg or my father.

But it sure hurts like hell and we all know what a brave person I am so I thought and still am telling myself this shit will go away in due time and there's not a need to go to the doctor. Last time I went there with a minor fractured right hand, they used force and violence to get my hand moving again and supposedly, loosen it and the only thing that was loosen was my patience.

So, I'm not going in there again. Hopefully la.

Anyhoo, I have a Physics test tmr, CSE SBQ to submit plus summarised reading materials and the same shit with GP. Oh my god, it's no wonder I wish I was stupid instead of lazy.

And I have too many encounters with animal abuse cases of late that I think it's a divine call for me to step up and save the bears in the wild and the monkeys on the table of restaurants in China waiting for their brains to be sliced open and devoured.

I think I'll volunteer at ACRES or SPCA maybe but I don't think I'm ready to see real animals with real wounds. It's just too much for me la. But I'll keep that thought.

Oh my mother just told me she is taking me for X-ray this Friday. HAHA.

oh shit.