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If I have to hear about how Singaporeans drink from our piss water maybe, two times more, I would seriously find having to restrain myself from drowning the motherfucker into NEWater oblivion. Jokes, people. All in jest, yes? Engulfed in the suddenly all-too-familiar stench of last-minute essays (mind you, my last one was two years ago) and drowning in what feels like slews, heaps, PILESSS of work; my next couple of weeks will entail traversing mountains in blistering heat, smothered in crashing waves of deep Cimmerian shades, where I punch and kick my way into nothingness, with blindfolded aimlessness. Even with this knowledge of my impending doom, even then, I've yet to crack my zen-(ish)like exterior and send myself into a frenzied panic although all bets are placed on that happening on the fourth day of this week. It has been walking away from the devil and into the deep blue sea -- why I am still so calm I do not know, but it should definitely be cause for concern. Even gone so far as having entertained the many thoughts of getting run over by a Kancil just to get hospitalised TO GET extensions, or deported, or... something. My bite-sized companion of whom we call Dee has been all sorts of amazing in her tiny bite-sized way and I cannot be more thankful to have her as my pillar of strength in this forsaken wayofthesun putting up with my incessant whines and gripes of never-came-to-be suicides, shoe-killing roads and whiplashes. Cannot wait for April -- and thus the may-jah part of sucking -- to end, plus it'll be daddy's birthday and all so yay./end of incoherent, pointless rambling