Try, trying.

I will understand.
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I can't take the emptiness and nothingness.
What is a routine when it doesn't happen even just for this once?


What about my Wednesday?

Good enough to say good, I suppose. With an exception, though.

I dragged my body out of bed after much procrastination. I prepared myself for two whole hours before making my way out of house to meet Cryst. The prompt arrival of the bus played a huge part in sending me to Tampines bus interchange dead on time. That little achievement of mine was enough to made me feel proud of myself. It is not very often that I have achievements, you know.

Girls are hot and pretty. Perhaps, I should bend towards homosexuality.

RA1 tutorial can never be any different. However, today's tutorial was a tad different.
(My nature.)
Instead of the usual routine of having us presenting the answers, Ms Ng obliged to do the honour.
In the midst of our tutorial, Ms Ng was distracted by the cart situated along the corridor. She wanted to get something to satisfy her hunger, but she realised she hadn't had her purse with her. Nevertheless, she permitted us to buy some light snacks from the Sugar Loaf cart.

Anne crashed my Microeconomics lecture and we scooted off when we had our break. I thought if we steer clear from Cheers and the gents, we, or rather, I, would be away from his span of vision. It may be pointless still, but at least I can get over the guilt biting on my conscience.

Little did I expect that my devised plan failed. He spotted us and I felt the guilt and awkwardness. Then again, it is already over, so heck it.

I hate it when I come to the point of feeling too tired to continue.
So I guess it is goodbye.

Goodnight.
See, I understand. Therefore, no disappointment.