it's taking some time for me to get over it, like always. somehow i regretted what i did.

i need to be stronger and firmer in my stand, i think.

could I really be the epitome of my romanticized ideals? no no, stop thinking about it. it makes me even more sardonic.

now, i can't concentrate on studying and the irony is everyone thinks that i am mugging intensively this whole time. oh well, the prelims results will tell everything.

i think i'm really bothered by the ugliness of modern society. MS story shocked me with its excessive violence and brutality which is actually present in our so-called civilized world, juxtaposed by the fact that literacy rates are rising each year and this is what we get from being educated? what bull. i thought we have progressed way beyond using only our fists.

i know i screwed up paper 1 today. i have no idea why i wrote about the Babylonians and sundials when my question was on museums. the marker must be sneering sheepishly at my incompetent essay right now. i need to recover that lost vigour. come back, will you.

ah. if only a car would knock me down this moment. i need stasis.

fuck the browser for loading the web pages like some distorted painting with all the buttons jumbled up everywhere.