I guess the worst way to wake up is probably with a swollen eye, with your neurons sending vibrations to your brain and it tells you that someone must be death to switch on the television with such a loud blast. Well that's what happens to me almost every typical weekend when I don't have to report to school for CCA or remedial.
Friday night 17/09

Are these the signs of a person being under immense stress? Being hyperactive and emotional at the same time. A sudden change of mood in a second. Being cranky and hostile towards people that you work with. Hurting others' emotions by speaking the way that you don't usually speak. Getting fed-up over the tiniest little things and not getting upset about the things that you usually get upset over but think of it as a relatively neutral kind of event that just have to happen it the course of a typical life. Last but not least, losing the feeling of being hungry or full. I guess the hypothalamus is fine, it's just that there's something wrong with your psychological health.

Some might just guessed it right, this is how I am behaving lately and I really am sorry towards the people that I have hurt. Yep, I skipped dinner last night because I was too lazy to go down to the coffee shop to get my dinner and also, I wasnt't the least bit hungry at all. (This is not quite unusual for on typical Friday nights, I eat only about a quater of what I usually eat.) Oh well, life has to go on. I always have the hypothesis that life is made complicated by fellow humans by creating some class systems and racial discrimination, power and materialism kind of thing. Hey, why can't we revert back to the same old basic life of agriculture, plant enough food to feed our fellow man and save the Earth from human torture at the same time? To me, I've always think that we are suffering from what we ought to, for we humans are the one that created all these trouble in the first place and drag our whole ecosystem into the picture. Life's just unfair. Prejudice, injustice cannot be eliminated, it is just human nature for us to be selfish.

The typical Saturday morning

Well, I am not too surprise to wake up to find nothing to eat for breakfast as my brothers finished it up for me, to open the refrigerator and find it loaded with oranges and almost nothing else. Apparently, nobody seem to like orange at home. Probably with the exception of mandarain orange. Thus, by interprating the things around me, it tells me to laze around until I get my lunch and wake up my sober mind for proper work.

It will not be long after before my Dad starts ringing up the house to give us a REMINDER to complete all the housework like washing the laundry and drying it, sweeping and mopping the floor, washing the shoes and socks etc. I guess I have never failed to only start doing it after my lunch.

Never is it unusual for me to NOT remember what homework I have for the weekend. It'll be the perfect time for me to start fishing out the homework from a pile of papers that has accumulated in my bag throughout the week and lay them aside while I start punching the keys on my mobile phone to confirm the homework that I am suppose to complete over the weekend. Typical me.

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