Wednesday, July 28, 2004

I wonder what's in store tomorrow. But that's the mystery right? The mystery that all those of us clueless kids wonder about before the dawn of each day. And the day passes, slipping right through those fingers like a slimy snake until you lapse into the next day. and the next. and the next.

I realise that i cannot write when it's for something 'proper'. tell me to blog and i will gladly do so. tell me to write an article for school and i suddenly can't. what IS wrong with me? i had so many bloody ideas just now for my FIRST report. and i put my fingers to the keyboard and i am suddenly FRESH out of them.

i have to get rid of my problem and fast. or my grades will suffer. penalty after penalty after penalty. why do i punish myself so much? and i'm sick. the air conditioning just aggravates it to the point of me hacking and hacking and controlling my coughing (because i will probably cough until i nearly barf or something) and then my face looks so tight and contorted. BAH.

oh yeah. i'm still left with about 2-3 pieces of work. ntu seems so foreign.. and i haven't ventured into popular bookstore myself (although i need the textbooks!) because i get lost and it's so far and foreign. hmm. i hope i can shake off this feeling soon. =( i gotta do my proposal for the presentation, gotta read chapter one of EBM, get back my ancient copy of microsoft office and actually inject some formatting into my Week 1 Report, figure out what the fucking hell is wrong with the edveNTUre site. and stuff.

yeah yeah.

and i still need to watch Private Parts. if no one is interested in watching, i'll just grab a ticket and go watch it MYSELF.

who needs friends when you already comprise of 3 entities? the Parent Adult and Child, or more technically known as the SuperEgo, the Ego and the Id. LoL I love psychology! Pity the bloody exam schedule clashes with my core CS subjects. DOUBLE BAH.

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...and dith babbled on at the insane hour of 9:48:00 PM