09 November 2000 : I'm still suffering from stress-afflicted insomnia. The worst was the one just before my first day of exams. I only had three hours of sleep. Having tossed and turned until after four in the morning, I finally dozed off. Undoubtedly, I felt very disturbed about not being able to sleep.

I told many people off that night. They were making more noise than the usual level. I don't understand this. When exams come, they make extra noise. Maybe they feel comforted by irritating others. I mean, don't these people have the courtesy to be extra quiet in the midst of the exam period? In conclusion, these people are either insensitive or they thrive on this form of 'pleasure' of torturing others.

Since I've told people to keep quiet so many times, I'm beginning to get the hang of it. Yesterday night, I went out to pay my dues again after failing to sleep because of the idle chatter coming from outside (These people have very loud voices). Initially, I would wait for the people to shut up and having waited 45 minutes, I would then go out and tell them off. But, by this time, my anger brewing, I find it even more difficult to sleep. This is a mistake I don't intend to make again. So, no more chances.

You may find this intolerant of me and indeed it is. I can't help it. I've tried to tell myself to ignore the activities outside, but every time I try, I won't be able to sleep. I know I need to do something about this soon because I'm going to face this kind of problem every now and then. So until then, please don't disturb me when I'm about to sleep, otherwise you'll probably end up being discussed here in one of my journal entries. :)

Due to interrupted sleep the night before my exams and the fact that my morning paper was a difficult one, I don't think I did that well for it. Passing the exam shouldn't be a worry but I'm aiming for more. The lecturer, infamously taken to be mean and nasty, was already waiting outside the exam venue when I got there. He was all smiles, probably throbbing with gladness as we prepare ourselves for the exam. He is seldom early (according to some of his colleagues) to work. After the exams, there he was again, absorbing all he could of our sullen faces and asking how it went. Could it be that he's genuinely interested and concerned? Nah...