Stressed

I just realized I haven't been blogging as much, partly because I'm dry on inspiration, and mostly because I'm in such panic over piling work that I feel guilty when I engage in distractions. As if I ain't distracted enough all the time.

I can't really keep up with my lifestlye these days. My orderly, planned out lifestyle which I hate making compromises on. I have almost no time to breath as I juggle between school, thesis (the biggest drag of all time and I'm permanantly dragging it), running, piano...

I've been told by one or two people lately that I seem 'high strung' and 'intense'. Oh dear, my panic mode is becomming obvious to the world. And I thought I always hide it so carefully. That's becasue in school, I can barely breathe sometimes. As I'm running from one place to another (sometimes I've no idea WHY since I only have 2 or 3 classes a week), I'm thinking about how many things I have on my plate, so much so that I can't concentrate on what's right before me.

It's not the stress and the load I can't take. It's the fact that out of some of the things I'm doing, I HATE THEM SO MUCH. Actually, I hate IT so much. I tell myself it's all worth it and to grit my teeth, but everyday, I feel a great sense of dread thinking about that darned thing.

It's been a long time since I've done my long reservoir-bishan park run. I miss it, but I"m... always completely exhuasted by the time the weekend comes. Sunday I'm so tired I barely do a thing and it makes me feel like I'm this lousy person drifting about.

Sigh. This is me, when I'm... stressed and whiny.

Apparantly people on my tagboard are now complaining about their absence on my blog. That's becasue nothing interesting has happened! Okay, here's DEH Lemon Cheong. =) Hang in there lemon, as I am hanging with you. Hanging out, hanging in, hanging about.

And, HUCKS! Huck is the new words I invented with Winston- its a hug for people who feel like F.

Lennel's awesome charging screen.