Since my teenage years I have labelled myself a nocturnal creature. I would surf online and chat through the night, believing to be learning more and more by stretching the knock-off time further and further.
How dead wrong I was. I LEARN NOTHING AND FORGOT EVERYTHING >.<
Waking up to school the following morning required tremendous effort from me and tested my dad’s paternal persuasion to drag me out of bed. With my eyes still shut to a zip, I would brush teeth and wash face, then eat breakfast and drink coffee - extra dark coffee, to give myself a temporary suspension from kissing gravity. Kissing my dad goodbye (not literally), I journeyed midway to school before I realized
I FORGOT TO BRING MY CHINESE TEXTBOOK >.< *spank spank spank*
I cannot concentrate at school, the teachers were a terrible bore and their lessons a sore to doze in. Often I imagined myself watching some comedy skits playing in front, or my mind trailed off to some other pleasure pastures. I zombie-ed through my PE and CCAs, seldom interact with friends and classmates, because it would drain too much of my limited energy, and my battery always tinkling in the red. After school I would be the first one out, rushing home to sleep for the entire afternoon. Nevertheless, my studies plummeted from my lack of focus, and the epiphany came four years later when I receive the ultimate wake-up call: a O’level results of Bs, a C and a D, a melancholy realization that didn’t surprise me a jolt.
I AM STUPID >.< *duh*
I continued slugging through life, sometimes even thought that I possessed avoidant personality disorder or some other venal illness that clogged the bloodstream to my brain. I bore this belief like an insignia all the way until last Sunday night, when I finally decode the mystery of my fate, that all these things happen for a reason –
I DIDN’T SLEEP ENOUGH >.<!!!
So the tale of creating tis ‘sleep before 11pm’....
