Independence Day (Bangladesh)/Birthday Of Robert Frost/Goose Festival (California)
2004-03-26 @ 10:34 p.m.

I hate falling sick. It all started with a damn sore throat, which has now reached the point where it feels like a feather got shoved down my throat. Now the feather's tickling my nose too, because I'm sniffling in front of the computer. It started during the French test, towards the end when I was doing the essay. At least I'll have an excuse if I happen to fail. For once, I found a French test reasonably challenging. Tomorrow during my interviews, I shall speak in a half-nasal voice and clip my words. I need to learn to speak in my natural voice more. Now whenever I want to say something to the whole class, I raise my pitch half an octave, and I make my vowels sharper. It sounds damn fake and weird. I want to pick up an accent or two, for the fun of it. Haha, I'm tempted to try imitating Mr Purvis's accent, which is quite unique aurally. He's a Briton, but you can't tell that by the accent. Oh, 17.5/25 for Mr Rollason's essay. Quite happy about it, now all that's left is Mr Kwok's. I'm waiting for tomorrow to be over, then my life can resume its clockwork regularity. Yet tedium is the foundation of a life unlived...