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Sunday, April 19, 2009
Currently waiting for Farhana to email me the final draft of our Charity Bazaar 2009 proposal so that I can print it out. Waiting...waiting... Oh, c'mon, hurry up and send it over already! I swear I'm going to drop my head on the keyboard and fall asleep any moment!Speaking of the charity bazaar proposal, that notorious thing was the thing causing these annoying headaches these few days. Been working on nothing but it for this weekend. A 12 page proposal isn't easy to type out by yourself, especially when I'm not a POA student, not to mention not very good in math either... And Frederick is of no help! But anyway, now that this matter is finally coming to an end, I think I can relax just a little now. Hey wait, I just remembered I'm part of the six man team assigned to 3 Achieve's bazaar booth! Damnit. Oh well, guess I'm looking forward to it after all, since I've already signed up for it.
Homework, test, project. Homework, test, project. And not to forget CCA, and RP! I don't feel 15 anymore. More like 50. And I definitely hate it when the school takes away our P.E lesson. Sure, it's for a good cause and all, but... Oh well, I guess I love Sichuan after all. 0.o
*Checking email...* Ok, that's it. Farhana, you're going to get it from me tomorrow.
Sigh, currently listening to Jay Chou's songs, my mind tunes right along with it. What talented composing. Totally overwhelms me. Better not be over-praising him, or else people will think I'm having a man-crush. Hell no. That reminds me, I don't really listen to english songs. Wait, that's an understatement, I don't EVER listen to english songs. Perhaps because I feel that songs written and composed by American and British artistes are too shallow. Perhaps the music is ok, but the lyrics lack quality, get what I mean?
*checks email...* Alright. I don't care anymore. I'll just print it tomorrow morning. It's too late for me to be up anymore. I've had enough of lethargic mornings and blurry afternoons... hey wait. Hey, it's here, finally. Farhana probably could detect my frustration, so she decided sending the first completed half of the proposal would appease me. Maybe.
Gosh, today's post is really full of crap. Haha, must be the low rate of metabolism in my body resulting due to late nights every single day. I really feel like starting on a poem, but time does not allow, sadly. But at least I took joy in writing a 1k-words essay today about a murder case in a family. The plot was sure twisty, one of the darkest essays I have written yet, but so heart-wrenching at the same time.
All these talk about sleeping early, and I'm still at my desk at 11pm. I'm just updating this blog as I wait for my printer to print...
...That bed tempts me, but I can't go lie on it, not just yet. And that frustrates me even further. What frustrates me even more is that I think my throat is getting inflamed, a wood splinter lodged itself firmly into my throat during my dinner meal today. And when I managed to spat it out after 10 minutes, it came out together with blood. Ouch. 2cm long, double ouch. Came equipped with sharp, pointy edges, man that thing f-... BLOODY HURTS!
Time to sit back and laugh at myself. Oh look, I'm fussing over a splinter for crying out loud. T_T
Leave those who are licking their wounds alone, agitate them and you'll be next...
