Argh. A failed attempt to study alone at mac. I've wasted 3 hours already, staring into blank space (my textbook, in fact), and occasionally dozing off.

Dammit.

Home. Hall. Mac. Then where? I am so stranded. There's nowhere else for me to study.

My span of concentration is decreasing exponentially. Sucks man.

2 essays. 3 tests. 2 presentations.

I'm so dead.

Can I eat the book and notes and let diffusion take place in my blood and make its way to my brain and let the neurons take over from there?

I don't like my tertiary workload. :(

The start of my hectic week! The ironic thing is, I'm still feeling all relaxed.

ARGH.

Snap me out of this, someone.

I've already laid out a daily timetable, but at this rate, I'll be lagging behind from tomorrow onwards.

What the hell.

*&^%$#@!

HEY HEY HEY!

I must finish my stuff by Sunday! So I can go out and watch soccer matches! Haha. I managed to catch like the last 20minutes of the match yesterday with 3 Man Utd fanatics (we spent alot of time touring around Yishun and finding a parking slot).

It was Prataaaaaa after that. I gave bomb a miss 'cause i foresee my weight shooting up within the next 2 months. Shiat!

I'm looking forward to the weekends now. Hurhur. However, it'll be an action-packed one this week 'cause it'll be tuition-madness everyday from Friday onwards.

* * * SIDE-TRACK * * *

QUEK QUEK! LEEHOM AUTOGRAPH SESSION! Been a year since we last saw him.

Sobs and cries and whines.

* * * BACK TO TOPIC * * *

Finally met Seanieeeee yesterday and he bought some yummy Bakerzin mooncakes with truffles inside. DAMN SHIOK.

Gonna meet up with Kenken! (goodness, wonder-what-made-me-think- of-this-disgusting-name-out-of-a-sudden)

I miss tioman la :(

I realise that in some corners of my mind, he is still around.

They are so much alike. Everything - the looks, the smile, and the way they speak.

It was me, who was stupid enough to let the fun I've been having engulf me. It seems so long ago since we talked. I mean, really talked. Let me see, was it July?

Okay, it sounds like merely 2 months. But within this short frame of time, I've been enjoying myself far too much that I've lost touch with the outside world.

I feel bad, without taking the initiative to keep in contact, and yet, start to feel remorse now.

What's the point, seriously?

Yeah, its kinda obvious that we can't change things back to the way it was half a year ago. But secretly, I'm praying for it.

My hope of it happening just grows with the number of words I'm tying now.

I realise that deep down inside, I still miss you, my friend.

Hall is sucking my life away.

I've neglected too much. My studies is in jeopardy. My family and friends - I just can't find time for them.

I suck.

I can't prioritize. People like me shouldn't remain in hall. In the first place, I wasn't even supposed to be here.

But still, there is so much more that outweighs the agony.

I can only find comfort from other places, and not the one I call my own. How sad.