Valorous Visitation of a by-gone Vexation

I went to sleep at 10pm yesterday because I was really burnt out from the past 3 days of academic activities and other stuffs. Mostly academic activities. I wanted to get a good rest before chionging for my 40% quiz this Saturday. Yes. Saturday. The Laws of the Right to Have the Weekends to Yourself no longer holds in the context of university life.



Heck, even the natural Law of Singapore should have more Singaporeans has been violated in my school. But whatever.



So I woke up at 2.22am just now thinking that its 6.30am and time to head to school. But when I saw the little time counter at the bottom of my BlackBerry screen displaying 2.22am, I went ballistic on my family. I kicked my parents' bed, waking them up and giving them the shock of their lives. When they asked me what is wrong, I went into a hysterical tantrum, yelling at the top of my voice and knocking over all the furniture in my room. I went out into the living room and wreck the television. My dad tried to restrain me but I knock him out cold with the radio. My mom was yelling for me to stop. I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't know what got into me.

You don't seriously believe that bullshit I just typed do you?

And so I woke up pre-maturely, feeling unusually parched. I guess that's probably the reason I woke up. The human body really has a good warning system. I could have died from dehydration if I didn't wake up to drink. So after a few cups of water, I am too bloated to go back to sleep.