The epitome of (not) having a life

Want a peek at my definition of pre-exam life? No? Too bad, I’m still gonna rant about it heh.

I’ve been absent at the gym for more than a week, not stepped out of the neighbourhood in the past three days, and my hours have become topsy-turvy once again; no small thanks to the fact that it’s abso-fcuking-lutely too noisy to study in the daytime. Passing vehicles, the living room TV, the littlest noise distracts me. So I wake up in the late afternoon and study the entire bloody night, having breakfast before I sleep again.

(And of course, the World Cup matches make another reason for staying awake as well, especially if I’m betting on ‘em. The usual rule applies: if I’m not betting, I’m not bothering.)

Right now I’m busy deciphering the crap that’s the past year papers, and figuring out how to save my sorry arse and scrape a distinction at the very least. At least last night wasn’t a totally wasted effort; I might have learnt how not to screw up a possible twenty marks on the coming paper.

Man, I’m really looking forward to the end of the exams, no kidding.

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Addendum:

- Look at all the weird ways a cat moves after being stuck with tape on its body? – link courtesy the brother.

- A detailed article on the sorry life of a Big 4 accountant, titled 想唔想在Big 4工作? – link courtesy Ellen.

- Get fined because you conveniently forgot to inform the MDA that “oh I don’t have a TV at home”? Unfunnily funny, heh. – link courtesy lancerlord

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