The Monkey Says: In That Order

I remember feeling foolish.
Point to note, inhaling wouldn't increase your weight and excessive exhaling wouldn't either. (I would gladly point my finger to the Chemistry book damaging my brain with all the alkanes alkenes and stupid stupid oxidation number but three fingers are pointing back at me wtf) My sister decided to blog about it, but has cleverly forgotten to include the part where she convinced and corrected me that it was when you *exhale* (I wanted her to inhale) that your weight will be reduced, thus proceeded with short strong exhales accompanied with the flare of her nostrils. Wow.

I remember feeling worried.
How could one challenge another so much on a piece of paper?

I remember feeling angry.
The cold, hard marble floor really wasn't meant for one's bed.

I remember feeling disappointed.
The rumoured lunar eclipse at 7.28 pm, was missed because I should be the synonym of deaf if anyone were to use me in a simile.

I remember feeling lazy.
Even as exam tips fill my inbox, I am still as unmotivated as ever despite it being the last two papers of my trial exams (whoopdeedo!). I think it's the intake of caffeine which are stimulating drugs, but long term effects would include lack of concentration (?) and psychological disorders. I swear I thought I was going crazy during the Chemistry paper today.

I remember feeling regretful.
Maybe I should've gone to church and pray. While I'm there, perhaps I could pray for Wentworth Miller since God created Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve.

I am sad.
Wentworth Miller!!!!!! How could you!!!!!!!!!