Isolation Violation

Hmm. Today felt depressingly bad. Somewhat like a jail cell. Mpmh. With the ability to go out (I cant be too sure about this), and yet this mindset of "I should be studying" assaulting my already beaten brain, I felt pretty bad today. Yeh. But enough rambling, more banter. So. with only my brother to talk to (this doesnt really count) , and people on msn, (ian / clareng / the bunch of people who shld be studying like me but arent.), the day passed pretty slowly, and I was beginning to wonder whether holidays before the exams was such a good idea. Anyhow, I resorted to going down over and over again to feed the fish (the fish seem be twice their original size alreay. Think 5 meals a day.), and stoning around the house, trying to not use the com so I would feel less guilty. Heh. Anyhow, I had to make lunch for us this fateful day. The menu for the day consisted of:

Appetizer:
Slightly toasted and crisp slices of thin air. The aroma so refreshing and the taste so fulfilling, its amazing how an average person takes this for granted.

Main Course:
An assortment of sauces, ranging from BBQ to BBQ to 1 Year stale mustard to honey to terriyaki source will tantalise your tastebuds as you start off on your expedition a food haven. Garnished with golden yet soft and half-cooked fries with last night's chicken on the side.

Dessert:
Not to be confused with desert, dessert consists of a palatable plate, as well as a frosty mug of lemon juice. Fresh from the carton. Not so fresh from some california plantation thing.

Enjoy your meal.


Anyhow, I managed to get through that meal with only one stomachache that night, probably due to the half cooked fries... (Hey the packet DID say DONT OVERCOOK THE FRIES didnt it?) Anyhow, after such delectable delights, my day only had one way to go by. Improve? Nah. Deprove, Yeh. So basically stuff went EVEN MORE downhill from there, as I begin to slack even more, and fail to study much properly. However, I must say that I managed to get some of my Chinese done. Some.

A day of isolation in my very own home with no outsiders to talk to gave me some sort of depression, and yet, with depression comes enlightenment. So today I have learnt more truths about life. The main takeaway I got is that I should never cook again, until next time that is. Hmm. In the words of some famous guy: "The reason why they're called french fries is cos the french made it." (You DO realise thats a bad thing right? Go ask clarence)