The days come and go, and here goes the second week of school. Call me a spoil sport, but I can practically see the later-part-of-the-semester essay, project and exam blues coming.


I'm not too pleased with myself this week. There were good times, and not so good times. (No disastrous times at least). I just have to keep trudging and hope that next week will be good. It's a constant struggle, forward, backward, forward, backward. I just hope it's more of the former from now on.

It's just so tiring. I feel so tired going round in circles, but I go on and on. Just like how I'm so exhuasted now, but I don't want to let myself close my eyes and just sleep. And when I don't sleep, things go wrong, then I can't sleep, or I don't want to let myself sleep, then things go wrong again, and yadaa yadaa. How much more ridiculous can I get?

As I just reminded Estelle, and she reminded me in turn, LOOK FORWARD.

Juxt-a-position (SMU Arts Fest Dance Showcase) was pretty good - salsa is hot! (and horribly triggering, very very very very triggering). I would have loved to watch the SMU Piano Ensemble, but it's over. It was nice to be out during a school week (unlike last term!), and it was a good night, spent in good company and good conversation. Except I got moody from the lack of sleep.

Well, I pray for a good weekend.

If you have never been sad, how do you appreciate happiness?