Tonight, is just one emo night. Its all starting to hit me. Projects are starting to pile up and deadlines drawing nearer by day. The sheer intensity of the programme is starting to stress me out. And exam week in 4 months!
When I don’t talk to you, July 27, 2007
It means we aren’t on the same wavelength, or I just have nothing to say to you.. Or, possibly, you just gross me out.
Yes, including scruntinizing a Friendster account and trying a strike up a conversation with that information. Eww..
ex post facto
In all honest truth, I find no way no way to be nice and gracious in certain circumstances, so I avoid it all together. I never expressed interest, so do not go all authoritarian on me, or others, for that matter.
You find that you do not know me, do you? Neither do I, and that is exactly my point.
No life July 24, 2007
Not exactly snowed under but either that, or I haven’t exactly come to terms with the projects, assignments, reflections and portfolio due over 1½ months starting end August.
我要冲啦!
Messed up Circadian July 19, 2007
It’s been a full day of pure unproductive-ness – Waking up at noon and concussing again at 4 o’clock. Tsk. And when I did decide to slave over some assignment, only to realise I had off-tracked completely.
Madame Mok mentioned the Circadian rythm the other day, and that our “prime” work time better not be coinciding with the 11pm – 1am “liver rest time”. Yes, I have heard a thousand times that I should be sleeping by 11pm. But really, I find the most eagerness to clean my room at that time slot. Which I am going to do now.
Cham loh!
Comment ça va? July 18, 2007
Bien!
Apart from a very, very bad bout of Monday blues two days ago. How bad? Let’s just say it stretched over to Tuesday morning – a bespectacled, dishevelled panda. But hey, I’m in a very good mood today. IKEA somehow makes me a very happy person, and I got my meatball fix! 
The house is just about done, save for the kitchen. Boo. My room is very much completed. Once the new beds come in this Friday, I will be twice as happy. Tra-la-la-ism.
No class tomorrow. Goody!
