i have a craving for kfc.
and its 1.07
in the morning.
=(
on the upside, i’m feeling a lot less ‘angry’ and annoyed at stuff in general after sharing in cg =)
i guess i just need to find my place in life, and what God wants me to do.
anyways, GRACE IS GOING TO BE SUPER KUAI TMR AND ACTUALLY STUDY.
instead of doing random nonsense like what her saturdays have always been made up of.
oh, the extremities.
how odd it is to be so happy at one moment, and then an hour later, you feel like strangling everything in sight.
i think i *MIGHT* have anger management issues.
either that or i’m just one hormonal being.
although, *quote eileen*, being 20, our hormones are supposed to be stable.
but there must be something wrong with you when you don’t feel like seeing anybody at all, and the thought of talking to people makes you so sick.
and you even contemplate going for the early, early church service so you won’t see anyone.
this is so not me.
the stress of supervisions and internship apps are just starting to take its toll on me.
so, maybe i should have listen to ji’s advice and did my research and application crap over summer instead of lazing around and watching stupid shows on hbo everyday.
thus, due to the events (or lack thereof) of the past few days, i have decided to go back over winter.
i think if i stay in cambridge for the 5 weeks break, i will be like a candle with no wax left.
READ : BURNT OUT.
now, i just have to get my ticket.
and i can’t decide to go for mas or emirates.
i hate transits, but i get to save 200 pounds (whichmeans200poundsmoreformetospendonnonsense)
so. CBA perhaps?
…
…
…
is it too much for me to just be HAPPY?
i don’t get it.
this is my candied apple.
this is me, eating my candied apple.
and this is still me, eating my candied apple.
bye bye candied apple.
…
its week 5.
i’m ALLOWED to be narcissistic.
i’m ALLOWED to be as mood-swingy as i want.
i’m ALLOWED to throw mini tantrums, and then blame it on the fact that it is week 5 and i’m suffering from a severe case of week 5 blues.
except.
i’m nt feeling very blue yet.
i think it the overdose of sugar last night from my cotton candy.
oh, yeah. i bought cotton candy at the guy fawkes fun fair, and ate it all to keep me awake while doing my essay, into the wee hours of the morning.
yes. last minute as usual.
my lack of sleep + too much sugar made my brain like literally go dead during my finance supervision just now.
luckily, my work was decent and the supervisor didn’t kill me when i just stared blankly at him when he asked me what the formula for growth was.
like LITERALLY stared blankly.
stupid moment of the week.
i die now.
essay due in exactly 12 hrs and i have 100 words.
seriously.
i need to stop procrastinating.
and guy fawkes day was fun-ish.
altho the fun fair was too congested and we spent most of our time in the cold, shoving and pushing through the crowds.
but i had fun.
was good meeting up with ppl i haven’t seen in such a long time!
ohkay, not that long.
but long in cambridge terms.
ANIWAES
i need to go back to work.
=(
how i wish i had essay elves who would do my essay for me while i sleep.
ps : the sugar from the cotton candy is not helping me stay awake/giving me more adrenaline =(
ok, bad attempt at rhyming.
anyways, free week over, hark the arrival of busy week where youtube/sidereel will be seeing a lot less of me and word/wikipedia will be seeing a lot more of me.
i have an essay due tmr, and i’ve just started.
oh bad grace.
what have you been doing the whole week?
GOOD QUESTION.
the week, like most, started of relatively well, with me writing my cv and starting my internship apps.
and the remainder of the week was, well, to put it nicely, not as efficiently spent. in fact, if we were to test it for efficiency, Mr. Pareto would roll in his grave.
ah wells. i shall just have to suffer this week i suppose.
OH. I’M EXCITED ABT GUY FAWKES DAY! for reasons that are not known to me either, but hey. something to look forward to =)
remember, remember, the 5th of November.
on a completely random note (as usual), i’m sick. again. i feel as if the cold wind has entered my lungs and won’t come out. ugh.
(and i still hold fast to the fact that getting a jab wouldn’t have prevented my sickness. twice)
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