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Thursday, September 07, 2006

many great things...

"In sooth, I know not why I am so sad:
It wearies me, it wearies you;
But how I caught it. Found it, or came by it,
What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born,
I am to learn."

This of course, bears great relevance to what I am about to talk about. It is not everyday that I quote Shakespeare on my blog (I should do more often, for its obvious threefold advantage. 1) It gives the pretense that I am a highly enlightened; so much so that I am beyond the need of searching Thesaurus.com for synonyms of intelligent to arrive at "enlightened". 2) It may, by some bizarre stroke of luck/my ingenuity, actually be connected to my subject matter in deeply profound and philosophical manner. 3) Confused and disgusted Literature students may stumble across my blog after searching online for Merchant of Venice crib notes and give me vital ego-boosting page counts).

Unlike MoV's Antonio (if he did have a surname, I forgot and can't really be bothered to really go find out - Banderas would be an intellectual guess), I actually have quite a good inkling to the source of all my pains (past, current and yet to come).

In roughly six hours time I shall forcefully be thrusted into the most gruelling 12 hours of my life (in recent memory anyway) I have affectionally labelled beforehand "the Gauntlet", of which includes -

9 to 12noon - Hacking away at rugby-hardened shins in a 'friendly' ~~deathmatch~~ street football marathon under baking sun. Tomato-red suntan and embarrasing PE tanktop tanline package included.
12 - 5pm - After a too short lunch break and splashing of water onto oneself to reduce the odour, 5 hour study period ensues, with prime choice of location (School library with poker-faced librarians breathing down my neck, or classroom oh-so-tempting with its unidentified stains on the walls that bring to mind a fight to the death involving copious amounts of coffee. This is provided any of them are open/available for sweat-reeking people to utilise)
5-6.30pm - Attempting to survive on rugby field against UWC after agreeing without prior thinking to playing a match.
6.30-7 - Splash more water on oneself, rush to Crown Centre, and eat a french fry or two to prevent my stomach from digesting itself.
7-9pm - Conclude day with 2 hour orgy of Additional Mathematics. Conscienceness preferrable.
9pm onward - Collapse and die smelling like a sewer with gallons (an obviously inadequate amount) of deodorant.

With many great things to come... I'm positively dying in anticipation...

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