Tuesday, September 19, 2006
"This Song Will Change Your Life", she said, as she handed him the headphones.
I felt absolutely glorious this morning! My hair was silky, my complexion smooth, and my eyebags non-existent.
I did some chemistry in the morning.
I started my revision on history.
I attended a chemistry lecture, paid attention, and got some stuff into my head.
Tram number 55 was on time. Both ways! Which is, you have to understand, absolutely amazing.
And that's because I think I've hit my perfect sleep cycle. To bed at 11pm. Up at 8.30. So nine and a half hours.
Any more, any less, and my hair falls out, pimples protrude from my face, and my lower lids swell up to shimmery pus-filled postules.
No work gets done, carbohydrates fly into my mouth faster than I can say "enzymetic hydrolysis" and my weight shoots up before I can say "adipose tissue formation".
moral of the story: none. Just get some good sleep, I suppose. It'll change your life.
I did some chemistry in the morning.
I started my revision on history.
I attended a chemistry lecture, paid attention, and got some stuff into my head.
Tram number 55 was on time. Both ways! Which is, you have to understand, absolutely amazing.
And that's because I think I've hit my perfect sleep cycle. To bed at 11pm. Up at 8.30. So nine and a half hours.
Any more, any less, and my hair falls out, pimples protrude from my face, and my lower lids swell up to shimmery pus-filled postules.
No work gets done, carbohydrates fly into my mouth faster than I can say "enzymetic hydrolysis" and my weight shoots up before I can say "adipose tissue formation".
moral of the story: none. Just get some good sleep, I suppose. It'll change your life.
# posted by me lah @ 5:33 pm 
