It's 0024hr the time I started this post. This is how nocturnal NUS (or rather, uni) made me.
"What time do you usually sleep now ah?" A question an old friend casually whipped up.
"Twelve-thirty? One?"
"Oh woah! That's early!" He exclaimed.
"Uh, yeah. That's the EARLIEST of the averages." I replied WITH GUILT.
When I said uni has made me busy with seemingly no valid reason, surprisingly a few others were in total agreement with me. I seriously do not know WHY I am so busy, and I do not know WHAT's there to work on to sacrifice my sleep for, but I just always have something to do that pushed my knock-out time closer and closer to sun-rise.
Of course, my biological clock ain't that screwed that I sleep at 5am (like Christin OMG). But I do pay a price for turning in late.
That is, waking up barely half an hour before first lecture and rushing into the LT looking like an African refugee. Or worse, missing the first one hour of MA1421 lecture, and strutting into the LT, looking like some self-proclaimed VIP (yes I'm referring to Paris Hilton. Sorry Yongyi, I just had to mention her name).
Still, I'm here at this late hour. I have stacks of lecture notes demanding my attention, also tutorials that scream "Hurry up finish me!" had they been given a voice, and also an essay topic to research on. I have touched none - let alone complete - yet I'm still here.
Yes. NUS has made me a nocturnal owl. I believe I'm really gonna look like one in near future, if this vicious cycle goes on. With special emphasis on the BIG DARK RING around both eyes.
Hmm. Now I think an owl is a closer description than a panda.
