SHOPPING INCREASES INSECURITY

I have a one day temporary surge in readership.

All I really want to say is hi

sums up my dilemma of the moment. The 8 Celcius weather made me drag out the ol’ trusty poofy polyester jacket, affectionately (or not) dubbed Michelin Man, as it does indeed resemble the outerwear of the automobile service mascot.

Or is it his body? I don’t really know!

Yet since it has only been 4 weeks since summer ended for me, I really can’t bring myself to put Michelin on yet. I wore him from January till March last semester. If I start now it’ll be a constant for the next six months. Way to commit a fashion faux pas. (I’ll start wearing it when it gets too cold to care about fashion)

Speaking of faux pas, I’m committing so many creative writing no-nos just writing this alone. The sin of committing “tell” instead of “show” is positively making me ooze blood right now. *foams blood* maybe my next update will just be my fiction class homework. how ’bout that, eh?

Otherwise, to the unknown few who still checks my blog every new moon or so, remarkably nothing much ever changes with me. Except this semester i’m even more of a nerd than the last! and i eat a lot more microwaved foods on the weekend because the dining hall times are just ridiculous. it closes at 7pm. who eats before 7?!

The part about nothing changing includes a miserable component as well, since the same suitemates from last semester still litter up the suite like everyone else is their maids. Again and again my mind refuses to wrap itself around the logic presented by her when all evidence screams otherwise. Those are your boxes = you throw them out. Do you expect that it will magically disappear when you put it in the corridor? the thing is i know her intrinsic answer. I want you to throw it out for me. I know you’ll do it sooner or later. Don’t kid me by saying yes, I’m going to throw them out because obviously you’re a lazy fuck who couldn’t give a damn about what a pigsty you’re living in and you leave your used cottons and q-tips and straws and unwashed alcohol-stained cups scattered around the counters and floors because it’s convenient and you’re never in the suite so it wouldn’t bother you.

Oh wait, I’m sorry. Even if you lived in the suite it wouldn’t bother you. We know how you can just bathe and wade in your own grime without feeling a smidgeon of discomfort. We know you don’t use body soap when you shower. dirty bitch

so i guess things did change around here.

I think I will blog again. Or at least try. It became harder and harder (and remains so) because one day I began to feel that what I think is nothing; so unextraordinarily mundane that sharing it is a waste of time. That was how much the value of my self-esteem has fallen aha anyway

It hasn’t changed much. but i’m a little more optimistic now. counts for something eh?

In a sudden spurt of restlessness, I’m beginning to make boxes (leave the worrying about luggage till later!). This wednesday I plan to make a bag – and accompanying pencil case – for class. Let’s hope my books won’t be too big! will post pictures when done

I squeal and laugh and jump around my room when I read or encounter something that makes me act that way. Imagine that!

URGH.

A broken nail is irritating.

And I have to endure it for the next 24 hourss!!!!!

But I’m typing from the airport (and the internet connection costs $8 haih) and i’m coming home – won’t be able to rest till Sunday as i’ll be busy on Friday and Saturday.

Wrote an article for Star about studying abroad! Please keep it for me if you see it

Today promises to be another sleepless haul – slaving away (in the laundry room for now) for the 5pm due date tomorrow. Since I have class at 4, this means the paper must be in earlier. I aim for it to reach his inbox by the morning, however. Classes begin at 11.30am and I can’t afford to, nor do I want to, skip any of my last days. So there

Then I have my accumulated journal assignments for the 4pm class! Oh woe is my workload. Thursday is the tentative date for my last presentation for Research Writing class, after which there’s only a simple essay to complete and the assignments for that class will be done (I hope we get our research papers back tomorrow. Crosses fingers for the A though I doubt I’ll get it). Next week out of 4 subjects only two of them have final tests, whereas for the other two all we have to do is show up… or not if you really don’t want to

I finally understand what people really mean when they pant out the words ‘finals week.’ Intense is not even a word that could begin to describe the amount of stress and tension you continuously go through in the final 2-3 weeks in college. My body clock is utterly screwed again so much that I might not even be jetlagged when I get back home :O but I’m probably better off than others since I neither use caffeine nor pills to keep myself awake!

But I should throw myself back into the fray. Till the next time!

please <3 <3!