what happens when you try to study for a test whose subject throws up a lot of obscure names of herbs, their disparate functions and uses, their latin names, their effects etc etc? well you basically try to remember them, of course! But the trying is really trying, as it requires not so much understanding as purely memorisation. It sucks. This is incredibly uninteresting and an exercise of little purpose. I have it upon myself for choosing this module, but heck - it's either this pharmacy module or that science module; all are equally unappealing to me; all equally entail memorising lots and lots of alien terms.


i ran in the morning. 12 rounds on the track. I have to congratulate myself for carrying off such a repetitive chore. it's not the running part - it's the repetition: going in circles, with no distinctive end-point or scenery to motivate you, such that in your mind you don't - you can't - think about much else and you just let your body do the work, lift your legs off the ground and maintain a bearable pace. The morning sun was really strong, because when i changed up later, i realised i've acquired an unpleasant tanline. Surprisingly, for someone who really doesn't fancy running as a likeable sport, these days it just doesn't feel right if i don't run. Unfortunately there's only so much time one has. The current training regime means that cycling, swimming and even badminton have to take a backseat. I miss cycling.


Sunday. yesterday the best part of the day was a simple affair: sipping teh and enjoying 4 slices of kaya butter toast. yes, kaya butter toast - my perennial favourite. I used to crave those from ya kun and killiney which has a generous slab of butter and thick kaya between two slices of toasted brown bread. But these days, i prefer the ones that most kopitiam sell, which has the more common butter spread and ordinary kaya. And the bread's also the plain white one instead of the brown one. Which suits me fine. They taste heavenly all the same, with that hot cup of teh to go along with it.