Toes are part of you too
The time for revision has come again, after a summer and three-quarter semester hiatus. The time for revision is a time made fluid when AM slips into PM discreetly and vice versa. Divorced with the color of time by my 1 by 4 metres wooden door and thick black curtain, I peel away from the currents beyond and embark on several hours of reading, with occasional punctuations of toilet breaks and msn chats. Averaging at productivity and concentration is pretty good for a below average like me. My brain freezes in attention as though an anthem is passed everytime a new point is discovered within the fine prints of my readings. Stamped satisfied and gleefully in neon highlighters; these better be transformed as answers in the exam hall next week.
So Wednesday greets and Tuesday bids; with every passing day my nerves pregnant and taut with expectations for exams. It's time to grab a beer. Now.
So Wednesday greets and Tuesday bids; with every passing day my nerves pregnant and taut with expectations for exams. It's time to grab a beer. Now.