I'm so sleepy and I can somewhat feel myself coming down with a sore throat.

I just typed out my literally-all-over-the-place tutorial questions (well the lecturer placed them all over the place in 4 sets of lecture notes) and finally realised that there are TWENTY short essay questions to be covered for Friday's tutorial. Sigh.

I've just finished Why The Toast Always Lands Butter Side Down this morning and now I'm tempted to get the book Stiff that I saw over the weekend at Borders. Of course there's a tiny part of me that's saying that I don't really have time to do much reading till the semester is over (which is almost ALWAYS the case before let's face it, when you're studying in a university in Singapore, being Singapore, you don't really expect to have time to do other stuff except study- that is after taking out the time for you to actually watch a little television and sleep).

I think reading 2 books in a month is commendable, for me at least, because for the longest time, I've hardly been reading books. I didn't read at all in secondary school because I was uninspired (for the most part, I think I read a grand total of 2 non-school related books in those 4 years!). In junior college, I spent my time trying to keep abreast with the tutors and taking into account that I took 2 additional subjects (I had a grand total of 8 examinable subjects when most people have 6), that left me with close to no time to do other things, that and the part about me being uninspired.

It's strange how I used to buy books every time a mini book fair would come around my primary school. I actually remember those book fairs rather fondly, they'd come around approximately once or twice every term and every time I'd buy 2-3 books at a shot, with my measly 50cents to $2 pocket money. Of course books then were remarkably cheap (yet expensive for a primary school kid), I think they went for an average of $2-3 per book. And then compulsory reading assignments swung into action when I was 9, which saw me being forced into reading 9 (or is it 12) books in about 6 months, and that started my uninspired phase. Maybe you could think of it as the reading assignment instilling a certain phobia of books within me that I no longer felt that inherent draw towards books.

So after an uninspired phase of about 6 years, I think reading 2 books in a month is remarkable. And now I'm close to book-less (the only other book I have left to read, well let's just say it started off nicely but the middle bit is boring me, so I'm leaving that aside if I know there are nicer books out there lol).

But then again, I could always go read my textbooks (now that's a really depressing thought).

Anyway it's really late now, well not really, it's only 12.30am but I have a lecture tomorrow at 10am followed by a 6 hour lab session, so I'm probably going to need all the energy I can muster. I'm semi-looking forward to lab, I'm looking forward to doing some really cool stuff, but I'm not looking forward to getting anomalous results (I hope I don't get any tomorrow!!!) because that means that I probably screwed the experiment up (because tomorrow's procedures are supposed to be easier) and I will probably end up going home late. Not fun, especially when my lab partner and I live over an hour away from campus.