School has nowadays been such a chore to me! I have to reallyreally drag myself up from bed each day, get a realllyyy good wash-up (like bathe in the morning) in order to get myself really in the "wakeywakey" mode. If this is insufficient, I have to gulp a cup of coffee early in the morning (or buy a can in school) to jerk my system up. Despite all these efforts, though, I still find myself half-dead in class.

VERY not interested with whatever the teachers got to say (well, maybe not mechanics or chem).
Don't feel like listening to them.
Don't feel like listening to friends' comments during GeePee.
Don't feel like correcting my tuts.
Sick of some of the teachers (talk toilet already).
Lectures are way too boring.

Schooooollll is baaaaaad for the development of braiiiiinnnnn.. so Einstein proved. And Nash. As in John Nash the mathematician in the movie A Beautiful Mind.

Sick and tireedddd.

The four-guitar-pracs-per-week does little but worsen things, actually.

Fortunately, there is always a lil beat of comfort knowing then when I head home (where home equals hostel), I'd be a cheered up a bit. Hahaha. Crapping with hostel gals is the way to go. Plus watching TV, coffee-ing with roommate or.. just laze around. Hahaz. If only I could take a one-month leave and come back to school without losing anything, I'd be more than glad...... I seriously need a break.

Hmm. Read de papers and Straits Times covered this Dheepan guy.. ok, not a guy but a BOY, 9 years old, whose limbs are so.. twisted.. outwards and strangely I straightaway felt so touched and moved, I burst into tears. Haiz.. here is a boy whose dream is as simple as walking with his own two legs, who has to learn for four whole months before he could hold a pencil and write (coz of his twisted palms), who has to be a burden for his family and has to live with that fact for the rest of his life. I mean, how painful it is to be in his shoes? To know that if your parents don't throw you out of the house, it's very good already because of the vast trouble you give them? Something inside is calling.. can almost hear it saying, "Do something! Do something!" but I don't know what to do! I guess it was the intuition of becoming a doctor creeping back again.. I mean, surely the medical science, given the rate it's going now, could give hope to such cases? Make the world better, guess that was the message. Haihhhh.. I thought I made up my mind to just give the medicine dream up, as what my parents have wished. But can I? Can I really give it upp?

When uncertainty strikes, the best policy is to just ignore it, and try to get movin with my life. Yes?

Yes.