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The tumultuous period began when Mrs Scowcroft "randomly" chose me to start off the series of speeches while I was nonchalantly trying to cool myself. My fanning action must had caught her eyes(I supposed so... I was right in front of her). Duh. And there I was leaning against an unstable chair rattling off a whole load of crap which no one comprehended. Humpf. I yearn for a hole!! I guess sweating has become much of a form of art when it concerns me. The trickling never cease whenever intimidation sinks in. Oh well. Fortunately enough, I had all my pals, mostly on the last row, who tried prettily in vain to get me out of this excruciating time. I appreciate the effort guys, but I recognise my own weaknesses. Oh well.

Anyway, I was late today. By thirty seconds. My resolution for tomorrow is not to be late.

A serious leakage resulting in a tremendous drain of energy leads me to wonder if I have punctured a hole in my body, somewhere most probably too obscure to be seen. I find myself getting weaker by the day, my bones ready to shatter given a slight tattooing. Two weeks of fallow led to a lost of stamina. I wasn't able to complete the usual distance which I covered in the past (round Chinese High, uphill, blah... downhill). Sigh. I shan't dwell upon it. I'm depressed enough. Gazing at the canoeist exercising their regime at the globe didn't make it any better. Enjoyed the run though.

Off to do research for my GP essay. I realised that today's entry's a bit short but it can't be helped. Bear with it. =) I may not write anything tomorrow as the prophecy decreed, "Galvin will study for his Further Math test on the 23rd July 1999". Heh.

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Thinkquest Status
[OOOOOOOOOOOO...............] 50.0%
The train leaves this Saturday.

Food of the Day
Onion Rings. Can't control my appetite.

Colour of the Day
Black.