Everything looks different when you're suffering from mooncake withdrawal symptoms, i.e. a really bad throat that blossomed into a fever and blocked nose. (Blame the paste! says Rachael) When you breathe slow, you move slower and everything else seems so much more fast-paced. Faces magnified, sounds amplified, tires you out a lot quicker. It's like looking at this continuously moving, blown-up protrait and having to respond to most parts of it.

I would have liked to spend my sick leave sitting in bed in pyjamas and woolly socks the whole damn day reading a legal thriller but no. Yesterday was used for cramming physics definitions, giving up halfway and reading the BP issue on Education for a double test today. Did I mention that I have to redo that physics past year EOY because the whole stack went missing from LLM's pigeonhole? If I find that rat who took it he's going to get it from all of us grrrrrr.

world's your oyster
but the pearls ain't free

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