So Week 1 of 13 down – I'm already praying for the term to fly by because waking up at 7.45 in the morning for a 10am lesson seriously sucks. I have and always will be a night owl, so one can only imagine the agony I face dragging my lifeless body out of bed and into the shower at an hour when the Sun has only just started the 1st hour of its daily grind. Why cannot work at night? No sun, less chances of raining, brain works better and supper always tastes better than our 3 daily staple meals.

I feel so sian when I board the train every morning because everyone is so glum and the mood that reverberates around the train can seriously cause one to melt into a puddle of tears. Our lives are all running on clockwork. We're just like horses with blinkers, looking ahead, charging ahead, forging on. Never once do we just pause for a moment to think about the meaning behind it all. Sian la existential crisis.

On a better note, feeling that this semester would be a fulfilling one because one of the practicums dictates that we'll get to start up our very own online magazine (from scratch) that will go live by the end of the sem. So fingers crossed and pray that shit doesn't hit the fan lolol. Although I'm rather worried because of the rustiness in my writing but oh wells you never know if you never try.

Hope week 2 shiok