Slothhood

The next time someone asks me, 'What do you major in?', the answer's going to be 'Procrastination. BBA (hons), procrastination)

I know I said something about giving myself things to do, but... let's just say I spent half the day trying to do a publicity write-up for my cca, trying being the keyword... I ended up reading BusinessWeek online. Whenever I try to do work, everything but the work in question seems to become so interesting... like reading every word in The Straits Times, BusinessWeek, and blogs.

I don't know if it's P _ _ _ A _, but I definitely feel so much more hope now. Well, at least, this very moment, right now, I feel that some of the old bits of myself I missed are coming back. Who knows what will happen tomorrow. Surviving through TSP tomorrow will mark a small step, since I gave myself 3 days after the last screw up. And I will, I must, I will... one day at a time girl, I'll think about Monday tomorrow. =)

So life feels better. I've been able to catch up with friends- Charmaine on Monday, Manda, Elayne and Pepper (my terrible twin, after so long!) yesterday evening... and tonight, the Hwachongians at Pet's 21st birthday party. I must say, I was relaxed, I enjoyed myself, and I wasn't thinking about anything, yay. Oh, and it was really a night of reunion with long lost friends. Long ago, I saw a picture of Pet with my primary school classmate, Yalan, and tonight, I met her! And, this girl suddenly asked me if I was from Fairfield Primary... I totally couldn't recognize her, but the moment she said, 'I'm zhi ni', I remembered that she was the smartest girl class! And it was really exciting, because Weixin (my JC classmate, whom I discovered was my primary school classmate only in J2) was around, so I gathered both of them to say hi. Part of me is amused that zhi ni actually recognized me, but the greater part of me is mortified that (1) I look the same (2) she remembers me as the girl who couldn't pronounce 'spelling'. (really?!)

Oh, lazyiness saved my day today. I meant to wake up at 7am for a run, but being the pig that I've recently turned into, switched the alarm off... and ten minutes later, it started pouring. Imagine if I really went out for a run! So I ran after the rain instead, at 12 noon. And for the first time in a long time, it felt nice. Ahhh, must be the weather. =)

Life will get better, but only I can help myself. One day, I know I will look back, and be grateful for my mum constantly trying to knock some sense into me.