I was just basking in my happiness about being able to sleep for three days straight (Honestly, I wanted to sleep somemore) when I realised, it's Monday already.
I thought I had the perfect plan this recess. With the sleeping and reading and going out when I realised that I have two tests awaiting for me when sch reopens with project preparations, presentations and deadlines. I hadnt run since last Monday and I dont have time till this Friday.
And er, let's leave the I need money talk for a while but I just bought a pair of Havaianas through a phone call cus it's er 50% off and er, I don't even know how it looks like. So, I bought like 5 pairs of footwear ever since I came back from Thailand.
Shit.
Oh crap, I better get started on something soon.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
An OSOM
Gosh, I'm totally in love with this "Out of Sight Out of Mind" table. Its awesome becus it has so much storage space! Looking at it makes you want to sit at the table and do something already.
But then again, I won't get this table so I need a trip, to IKEA. Soon. =D
credits: http://elitechoice.org/2008/10/25/out-of-sight-out-of-mind-modular-table-concept/
Thursday, September 17, 2009
The Afters
It weird that I'm writing here again. I haven been doing so for so long that I've forgotten my username and password, momentarily. Judging from the previous post, it seems kind of emo. Well I rmb, it was the pms tht did it. And the phone call tht woke me up over smth so trivial I almost blew my top. Times like these, you need an outlet so there it went.
These days, I feel as if I could do anything. Anything other than sch related stuff. Its amazing actually, the absurdity of it all. However, reality pulls me back sometimes. Like gravity. And then I rmb, the things that I am supposed to do (no doubt leaving them all till the very very last minute) and the convictions that I have made and am supposed to fulfill. Dreams, arh, are willing to come only with sacrifices and so I guess I must be prepared.
Time is never enough. During astro the other day, the lecturer was saying we use to only have 16 hours a day. Or was it 20? I can't rmb. And a million or a billion or a trillion yrs later, our day is gg to be extende to 32 hours! Isnt that cool? Anyway, thats beside the point cus at that time we'll probably haf more work to do with a different pace of life and such and pple will still want more hours.
Well, I just need some time to sleep. It seems like I'm addicted to my bed. I have a disorder these days thats resembles a permanent sticking to my bed kinda thing. Like someone had used superglue to stick me to my bed. There's this irresistable attraction to well, my bed. Even as I'm typing this, I'm typing this, in bed. I studied (studied isn't a very apt word to use actually, more of like read) for my last test, in bed. You all see where this is going? Its a vicious cycle.
I'm facing a problem now. I've got a tutorial, that I absolutely hate, to prepare for on friday and I can foresee that it's going to take a very long time. However, there's this Murakami book that I just got from the library and I couldnt resist it. Oh somebody, save me already!
These days, I feel as if I could do anything. Anything other than sch related stuff. Its amazing actually, the absurdity of it all. However, reality pulls me back sometimes. Like gravity. And then I rmb, the things that I am supposed to do (no doubt leaving them all till the very very last minute) and the convictions that I have made and am supposed to fulfill. Dreams, arh, are willing to come only with sacrifices and so I guess I must be prepared.
Time is never enough. During astro the other day, the lecturer was saying we use to only have 16 hours a day. Or was it 20? I can't rmb. And a million or a billion or a trillion yrs later, our day is gg to be extende to 32 hours! Isnt that cool? Anyway, thats beside the point cus at that time we'll probably haf more work to do with a different pace of life and such and pple will still want more hours.
Well, I just need some time to sleep. It seems like I'm addicted to my bed. I have a disorder these days thats resembles a permanent sticking to my bed kinda thing. Like someone had used superglue to stick me to my bed. There's this irresistable attraction to well, my bed. Even as I'm typing this, I'm typing this, in bed. I studied (studied isn't a very apt word to use actually, more of like read) for my last test, in bed. You all see where this is going? Its a vicious cycle.
I'm facing a problem now. I've got a tutorial, that I absolutely hate, to prepare for on friday and I can foresee that it's going to take a very long time. However, there's this Murakami book that I just got from the library and I couldnt resist it. Oh somebody, save me already!
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