*longest day*

again, thursday is here.

got 5 hours long break after the engineering economic lecture which ended at 10am. thanks to my CTW tutor, the usual 3 hours break on thursday was extended to a daunting 5 hours, but only for today. planned last night to fully utilise the hours, but some minor mistakes disrupt the flow of the day.

wan to do ma IE tutorial, but i forgot to bring ma text book which contians that vital interest table essential for ma calculation. holy cow! stupid me, i was planning to bring that bulky book to sch today, but in the morning i changed ma mind coz it's kinda heavy to get it loaded in ma bag.(u know, i got this symptom called morning blue every day, and it's been years..) only spending time reading the notes and the tut questions. thinking of back up plan which may help to minimise the wastage of time. went to the vitnam cafe at the engine block, it's a paradise to me in the crammed, suffocating, suppressive and dead environment of the engine faculty. ordered coffee, and pick a light-fested seat at the quiet corner, doing ma singapore study reading. the first hour was surprisingly constructive and effective, managed to finish reading the dreadfully lengthy documents which i doubt any psychologically rationale human beings would wan to read. more amazingly, i wrote down notes!!

anw, it only lasted for an hour, or fifty something minutes to be exact.

how fast can a human being switch mode? the ans to that is instaneous whenever he/she wants to. right after putting down ma pen, i heard whisper at ma right ear:" take a break, read the magazines, sip ya coffee and day dream abit"

another whisper appeared at ma left ear:" continue working, read the notes, wash ya face!!" the two voices were arguing in ma brain, creating excessive fluctuation in ma already-flatten brain wave, i need to make a choice, for good.

well, u know what i picked...

browsing the I magazine, looking at the greens outside the window, enjoying the warm sunlight filtered through the glass and sipping the cold coffee, what more can i asked for? i was not completely slacking anyway, cant really appreciate the stories in the magazine, made me switch back to ma notes, haa guess lousy stories are more effective than self-decipline.

another hour flew by, with no trace left...