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Friday, September 30, 2005
/ 1:05:00 AM



go figure.

i'm terribly bored right now. suddenly i feel the need to be entertained with good company. i've been slacking ever since the layout for the magazine assignment was settled. i feel so lost right now. it feels weird to be this free. something is wrong with me to have that funny empty feeling when i am free and bum stuck to my chair in hall.though the 12page newspaper layout is due in 3 weeks time, and 2 flimings, 2 radio productions, one bloody ge project,hall stuff yet to be settled, i'm still seated here waiting for the snail to finish running one round. sometimes i remind myself that i need a break. but sometimes i dont remind myself that it's time to break from the break. i'm on a mission to town to get stuff for sunday. alone. maybe alone time is good. you'll start talking and psychoanalyzing yourself.

some dimwit took my ivp jacket. it's either took, or stole. i duno. i hope that dimwit suffers a heat stroke when dimwit wears the sweater.

sometimes i doubt my capabilities. i'm so afraid i'll just screw it up.and fulfill the prophecy of people who think lowly of me.

i need to go meditate. my scalp is flaking again. stress levels are up once and again. but i'm still going town later. and sunday is a special day. so basically,i'm going to slack this week. i have a love hate relationship with that. someone tell me how to slack in peace without worrying about work.

ah well. i just remembered i'm living in Singapore and not a normal hall resident.



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