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I thank my family, especially my mother, father, and brother for their endless moral support. Last but not least, I would also like to thank all my teachers in school for all the precious homework they've provided to last me through every second of the last week of the June holidays. T_T

I would also like to dedicate a piece of hate-message towards our Grammar assignment. May I add that if I was raised while being taught English through grammar books like these, I will with no doubt fail every single english language test in my entire life? Such books do not serve to teach, they serve to confuse.

I cannot emphasise more on how much I really love staying up late due to a mild case of insomnia. Staying up late guarantees you a rise in stress-levels which results in a rather irritable and erratic behaviour. And of course, such types of behavious really fulfils its purpose in making you very unique.

Since I could not sleep even if I wanted to last night. I did homework till 1 in the morning. Realising that my brain still refuses to enter the delta state, I went to get a lukewarm milk drink and watched MioT.V. Not just any other television show, if I didn't remember wrongly, the description framed the programme as 'A soothing audio visual journey to lull babies to sleep'. Yea... And I embarked on the night's most peculiar 'journey' ever. It consists of staring at screens showing weird fluffy coloured shapes, picturesque natural scenery, along with relaxing music to back it up. Now, I'll need to first state that I am no longer a baby in any way, but that programme did help to dampen the senses. A little.

Woke up today morning at 8, and to my delight, the homework on my desk smiled at me so glaringly I felt that it was considerably heartwarming. After clearing up hygiene and breakfast matters, I decided to return the favour and started on them. This continued for the rest of the day till evening.

Phew, my fitness level can now be officially put into the 'laze-around-so-much-you-want-to-die-is-it?' category. Just wanted to run the stairs to get in shape, but a few flights already had me dead. Thank goodness the weather was cool in the evening, or else the pathetic 55-storeys couldn't have even been achieved.

...I still remember a time during which the English teacher enquired on what we think of people who wrote poems. One of the most striking replies was, 'RETARDED!'. And I was like, ok...So people do think I'm retarded. I was just beginning to suspect it myself...haha, just kidding. Sometimes I really feel that although I talk differently from others, for instance, using more bombastic words and such. Or talking about philosophies to a level which one may not exactly call normal. However, I really don't wish to be isolated or differentiated just because of that. Aftera all, words are just a babble of sounds initiated by our brains and delivered by our vocal chords. All in all, it is a way to communicate. And all of us do have our own way to getting our message across, am I not wrong?

Not forgetting statistics, research have shown the ratio of human communications of Words to Body language, 3:97. That's right, most of our interaction with our peers, we understand each other by body language 97% of the time. If it's hard to understand, picture this: Try comparing a person with [A STRAIGHT FACE AND RIGID LIMBS,SPEAKS IN MONOTONE] and another with a [FACE FULL OF ANGRY FACIAL EXPRESSIONS AND HANDS FLYING ALL OVER THE PLACE IN FURIOUS GESTURES,SPEAKS WITH VOLUME VARIATIONS] saying this, "I cannot believe how long it took him to get this tiny job done! Moreover, his work is totally crap!". Imagine the first one, and you will think he's trying to crack a joke. The latter conveys his message much better.

That brings me to the awkward state of remembering how I am also often poked fun at for my mild obsession with statistics, which, trust me, I am trying my best to correct. I still lead the life of a typical teenager, for which I am glad for. A teenager still trying to get over the effects of hormonal outbursts. Sigh.

Oh well, time to sleep.