Brand new school term starts again next week. Into my fourth semester and 7th, 8th and 9th subject of the year. Crash courses aren't fun. So little time, so much to learn. Although I know I can do better than the C's and D's I've been getting, but I still find myself studying for a passing mark, nothing more. Not motivated enough maybe, since this course probably only serves as a one-way ticket to year 2 degree. Maybe by next year I'll be striving for the A's and B's, heh.

This holiday has been one littered with pain, literally. Fixing a set of braces didn't turn out to be as fun as I would've hoped. I remember, right after I left the dentist that day, I was still smarting about my high threshold of pain, and wondered why I was told not to eat anything solid for two weeks. Alas, the very following day, I understood why. My teeth hurt, my gums hurt, my lips hurt. Ouch.

Indeed, the following two weeks, I had nothing but porridge, porridge, and more porridge. Wasn't easy, considering that I had to maintain my appetite by thinking of the different flavours of porridge I could get at the market, and trust me, porridge in public ain't easy to get hold of.

I ate porridge excessively, usually double of a normal person's serving because it got me hungry pretty soon.

Anyway, This is the fourth week. I'm back on solid food, but my mouth still hurts at some parts when I bite/chew, and I can actually consume a piece of chicken drumstick ^^

I need more alcohol too. \=