proudly sponsored by redbull - i heart ah gu

before the start of this horrid three week period of mid semester exams, i had only drank probably 5 cans of redbull in my entire life thus far, and all of which were mixed with vodka and not straight from the can. and within the span of 2 weeks, i had easily quadrupled my bull count. it is my buffer away from insanity, procrastination, and my beloved slumberland.

i had a BMT bunkmate who successfully conned his way out of course and eventually earning himself a PES E downgrade simply by drinking 3 cans of redbull and 3 raw eggs before going for his medical appointment and as such getting himself diagnoised with 'hypertension'. and i've also heard horror stories from seniors in uni who got a little too into redbull binging the night before exams and ended up edgy and shakey during the exam itself.

as u probably can tell, the only reason why i'm blogging away at this hour and not getting my much eluded sleep for my Intro to Finance paper tomorrow (in fact, it's in a few hours time) is the love-hate relationship my tortured brain has with good o' ah gu. it is a lover's tiff, both tired from the an entire night's of tussle, an uneasy truce predicated on a placid pretence of sleep.yet each meticulously guarding their respective ends of the bed ready to start a new fight at the slightest incitement - that of the temptations exerted on my mind from whoreful vixen, Fatigue which evokes the furious torrent of jealousy from ah gu.

fuck, i'm not making any sense anymore. i was told never to drink more than 2 cans a day, i did 1 and took a few mouthful from another just now. it's indeed paying it forward. it will have to be another 2 cans with a double expresso for breakfast -if i do wake up - and possibly another one in the afternoon just before and i hope to live to tell the tale.


fuelled on redbull