Embarking on a mini roadtrip with sfee, sfee's Singaporean friend (that I'm not acquainted with), and Mani (newly made friend from sex & gender class) this coming Sunday. Mini roadtrip = 1 night. And we are apparently going to attempt the feat of drinking through the night and drive the next day on no amount of sleep whatsoever... If I die, Mum, Dad, please know that you guys are my world. :/

TOUCH WOOD! CHOY! No such misfortune will befall me or my friends!

I'm actually growing a trifle worried now. Gonna pray before the trip. And getting everyone to do the same.

So I'm still leading my days/nights of vampirism. Of snoozing through the day and staying awake at night. I try to get up when there's sun. I really do. I went for my 4.30 class on Tuesday, and attended all my classes today.

Speaking of today, after class sfee and I had dinner with or new friend, Mani. We've known him for about a month now but we both thought he was the kind that fell into the 'fun to hang out with', 'strangely comfortable to be around', 'weirdly but not overwhelmingly friendly' type of category. If you get my drift. So we thought, why not ask him along for the roadtrip. Since we only had 3 people including ourselves, and he could drive, which was what we needed. So yay! Can't wait to come back with the verdict of the trip!

After dinner, Dine myself Jas and her cousin popped over to Crown for Inglourious Basterds. Good movie. :) And of cos, nothing short of what you would expect from Quentin Tarantino. Ahhh, today was a good day. :)

My karma for having dated and hurt a 'weaker child' was probably to have dated a chronic liar after him. And to have had people talk about my personal life like it was gossip on Teen magazine. And to have had some of those people look at me in a different light from then on.

This happened ages ago, but it's one of those things I'm not proud to have done. I'm not trying to find excuses, but people make mistakes. And sometimes we do horrible things. I've tried to right this wrong. I've made peace with the 'weaker child'.

Thanks to those who see that 'we all do horrible things sometimes', and still acknowledge me as a person, a friend. But to those who don't, I'm sorry that I'll always be guilty in your eyes. And I'm sorry that you don't know that I've always seen u as a person, a friend, even after having heard horrible things about u.

I promise I will never again leave all the work till Monday evening. Especially since my week starts on Tuesdays.

Oh hoorah. 1 more week of uni then ultimate freedom! For a week. Ok, fine. NOT ultimate freedom. In fact, quite constrained. And loaded with stupid graded reading log-like essays. And stupid formulate-your-own-question research papers. 1 week of utter unguided hell. :( Yes, even hell needs direction. Whole point why schools exist in the first place.

I learnt today that the cafe in my uni sells plastic bowls of fruits which just happen to be absolutely delish. I bought a very colourful bowl today and it kept me fueled until Dine came and joined me in the underground room I was practicing my ritual in. Micro-managing & micro-editing to the max. I wish I didn't care so much sometimes, so I'd stop spending the same amount of time on 1 assignment people spend completing 2. I reckon even 3 sometimes. Ok, the 3 class really just doesn't care at all. Either that or I'm just beyond slow. Or beyond perfectionism. Heh heh heh.

I'm typing this entry in a semi trance-state. Fatigue trance. You should try it out too. Feels semi like a green high. :) Maybe I'll see stars in my room tonight.

OH MI LORD. I STILL HAVE WORK TO DO. SAVE ME.

Ah ha! You skeptics and unbelievers! I got up on time today and made it to lecture at 11.30am despite a meagre 3 hour (or less) kip. I sometimes give myself quite pleasant surprises. :) It's, er, 3am now. I've had tea and coffee today. At different times, but I'm hoping the renown ying yang drink effect will make its way to me. Eventually.

I promised my groupmates I'd have my part for the assignment up on FB (such evolution, from snail mail, to e-mail, to FB!) tonight. It's still tonight to me, even though it's really the next morning. But really, not like they're anxiously camping in front of their computers and refreshing FB every 5 seconds. So, who cares. Due in week 6 anyway. They'll see it when they wake up. Speaking of which, after completing this 300 word comprehensive essay about the body as a communication technology (which is just wasting my precious time and valuable mental energy), I have a reading log to do. Think that might have to wait till tmr morning. Of which I'd wake in time to finish and even arrive punctually for my 11.30am tute.

I'm quite thoroughly enjoying my current reading that has to be incepted in order to answer the baffling query of the body as a communication technology. It's about deafness and the conception and understanding of everything the universe contains without the acquisition of a spoken language. This is of cos only for the congenitally deaf. It's super intriguing (but I took a mini break and now I can't get the momentum back thus the blogpost) and so, out of thought? For lack of a better way to describe it. It's so unimaginable. I think it truly enlightens you on the much neglected essentiality of a comprehensible speech and the written words that go along with it in order to discern everything else in the universe (and even out of it). So what happens when that very fundamental knowledge is absent? With no intervention of actual sound, in what alien argot do they communicate and conceptualise?

Good, the more I type abt it the more eager I get to go back to my readings.

I'm up at this ungodly hour because for 2 reasons.

First, my biological clock's back to being vampire-like. I function at night and sleep through the day. I just don't wanna get up. Like how I totally didn't want to get up today aka yesterday aka the 17th of Aug. I was dreaming about shooting zombies and it was pleasant. I foresee that a bulk of my fortune this semester will go to the lan shop opposite my place.

Second, with the wisdom of hindsight, it was not the world's best idea to cram all my classes into 2 days. Having a 5 day weekend doesn't give you more time to do work. It gives you more time to do everything but. So much time that you always tell yourself "I have tmr", and the supposed next day that you've actually already planned out in your head (this reading to do, that assignment to start) never comes. It doesn't come until the night before next week's class. I think I can kiss all my HDs bye-bye.

And apparently the fact that I have a session with Jas and her boyfriend in the recording studio tmr and still no script for them makes me feel like hurrying it out even less.

It's so nice and cool in my room. So perfect to nap.