Zhen Ning snarked and remarked MrQian as someone with the physical attributes of a mentally challenged.lol. We all seemed to express lukewarm appreciation towards his 'interesting' lessons.

My bed, sofa or any soft surface with a greater surface area than me proved to be a harbinger of slumberland.

On the contrary, i managed to resist the temptations of accepting the tickets to slumberland, which when i wake up will result in a state of torpor.


I grabbed my azure bag fully packed with mugging equipments before setting off on another arduous day of mental torment.

The agony of my inexplicable fatigue finally subsided after i left my house.

The mahogany study room at the club house seemed shrouded by a layer of snow, a stratophere of blizzardy storm. I was bombarded by fusillades of icy cold arrows fired periodically from the devastating air-conditioner and inevitably, it was only a matter of time my body yearns for a jacket.

I scanned through my bio notes i made last semester and was grimacing at the fact that it was marred by copious sets of superfluous information.
Was deploring and lamenting over why i wasted so much time in the past.

Spent nearly three hours at the study room only to cover a few homework and some pathetic pages of bio notes.

Not at my zenith today, nor at my nadir fortunately.
Atleast it beats sleeping away my precious time and condemning myself once again into that vicious cycle which deprives me of my sleep, like a countryside denuded by war.

i'm jubilant and jovial now:D