rewrite

I started writing this on paper, and I am ending this here on the desktop at home.

I was in my EEE10 class when I started writing this, our prof explaining why and how hybrid cars work. I'm only half-interested--first of all I don't drive, and the lectures are downloadable anyway; he's just practially reading from it.

"...different from your normal brushes, they're made from carbon..."

And so he went, like the rotor of the magnet-machine spinning until the battery gets prolly disconnected or kaputt, like time running out or stopping and ending.

A quick sweeping glance across the room showed everyone was either half-asleep, half-listening, half-writing and all were only half-interested. There was even this guy on a laptop--I wish I had brought mine too, with the hinges fixed.

"An electric fan is basically the most basic example; it's basically just a motor with the fan blades attached to it..."

The aircon behind me hummed as it blew its cold breath across the room.

"...weird classification; Engineering is classified under Science while Computers and Electronics are not."

And I relieve myself from the pain, the monotony of this life, with this pen. For inspiration is like a poison that you have to draw out, or the thoughts bottled up inside would kill you.

Which nearly happened to me last night, as the poison crept into my being while I lay in the dark, only a cat for company.