Almost there ...

Damn, it's about that time of year. The bane of all students. The Words That Should Never Be Spoken. Yes, it's *gasp* exam time. Thank god (I really should put in Buddha, since I consider myself Buddhist, but meh, I was raised in a Christian society) that I've only got three this year. But oh, what a horrible time table. One exam this coming monday, and then the other two next to each other at the end of the week after. But still ... I'm scared. Usually the lecturers who write the exams usually manage to pull something out of their ass to make us lose marks on it. Well, I can at least console myself with the fact that I'll probably be getting at least a credit on my bioethics, if not a distinction or a high distinction. Hehe, my first D or HD ^_^ ... hopefully.

As well as end of year exams, we're also drawing closer to that time of year beloved of small children, fat men, retailers, economists, and corporate executives - Christmas! I personally am rather cynical about the whole affair - it was originally to celebrate the birth of Christ, so where the hell did all these other things come from? Gift-giving customs? Having to put up and decorate a tree? A suspicious fat man who comes down chimneys to deliver presents to children? Christmas has lost its original meaning, so it is only there as another holiday in the year and a time when buying reaches an all-time high as children nag parents for the latest shiny gizmo. I suppose it's the fact that I've never had a really good Christmas time in a while (heck, it's been a while since I actually got a Christmas present, truth be told), and that I rather prefer spending less time with my family. When you have more fun at home by yourself than with your family, that's generally a bad sign. I wonder why.

Well, at least the impending day of Christmas means another thing - my birthday! At the very least, I'll be a little older and hopefully less fat than I was last year - although that doesn't seem very likely. Curse you sweet and tasty foods!

Recently, I've been playing a lot of bishoujo games. I wonder if it's out of sexual frustration or something. I have no girlfriend, going to an all boys' school meant I had minimal contact with girls, and the chances I did have I blew, mainly by accidentally walking in on them changing when I did have relatively regular contact with girls when my high school collaborated with a girls' only school in doing plays. I swear, it must be like I'm cursed or something. It happened in year 10 when we were doing a rehearsal for our play - I walked in on a girl (that supposedly liked me) changing, and then the same thing happened when I was part of the French play that our school puts on a couple of years later. Obviously, it was a different girl, and I had no idea what her feelings were. Even now, I ain't too good around girls, and haven't had much luck. I asked one out earlier this semester - she said okay, but never really gave me any further response after that, so I imagine she didn't want to. The other brushed me off saying she was busy. Perhaps I should really shape up. But the problem is it's so hard! Not to mention that my mum keeps buying fatty foods all the time. Damn you, it's not a matter of willpower! If it's not there to eat, it's not able to make me fat! But that's not the point. I have had girls on the brain for the past week or two. Especially after this really nice Chinese chick came up to me on Sunday to buy a lotto ticket and I couldn't stop looking at her chest. I swear, I tried to keep looking at her face, but kept unconsciously gazing at her chest, like they were the greatest set of melons that I had seen. Certainly, they were - I won't describe them, for fear of offending female readers more than I alreayd might have - and after she left the shop, for some reason I kept looking at the chests of other young women who came to buy lotto tickets as well. Incidentally, although Asian girls are known for being rather flat-chested (this is not a fact - it's hearsay), that Chinese girl had the best set of breasts that I had ever seen. Not too big, nice and round, and looking soft to touch.

Bah ... I have to get my mind off breasts and back onto studying for exams ... but it's so fun to procrastinate ...