I really need to be aware of things going on around me.

Hmm.. 10 more posts to 1000 posts. Still no inspiration.

It's pouring like mad out there. Cold.. Brrr. The rain is beating down on my windows. I get a day to sleep in. How nice. ahhh.. finally. Still have a million and one things to do though. Oh man.

For the past two days, by the time I leave uni, it's already pitch black.

WOah.. it's REALLY pouring. Oh no.. Amy's gone for coffee.. And she has to walk in this rain??? Oh dear.

Feeling a wee bit sorry for myself. Sigh. Don't know why I'm feeling like this. I would like to blame it on hormones. I wonder whether if it really is related. My hormones have gone berserk again. Sigh.. stress causes this. Argh.... Stress+travelling just makes it worse!

I guess I better start on my work.

Today, I nearly walked into a guy in the cafeteria. Silly me. I wasn't looking where I was walking.. I turned around but was still looking at goodness knows what and then I hear someone go "Oops Sorry!" only did I realise that I was too close to walking full face into a guy.. Squealed and waved my arms a bit. Why? I don't know. Just shocked I supposed. But my goodness. IMagine you almost walking into this girl and all she does is goes "EeeeeEE!!!" and waves her arms in small motions. Goodness. SO retarded.

Then.. there was the incident in the toilet. Where I was talking to Lucy and showing her my belt even semi unbuckling it to show her how the buckle works when a guy walks into the toilet and I'm like totally oblivious to it. Even though I heard a guy's voice going "oh shit!" softly. Lucy was like "err.. Christine.. a guy just walked in." Aiyer... -.-" Blur sotong today.

Slept like.. throughout most of my foodscience class. I suppose it's a good thing that it was only a guest lecturer. i feel sorry for him. Sigh. After lecture, William hops over to where I sat and chides me for sleeping throughout the whole class. aih.. Even pointing out the mark my watch left on my right cheek. That mark was there for a looong time. More than half an hour after I changed positions, the mark was still on my face and I had to walk around with it.
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proof. Walking around the careers fair like.. at least half an hour after I'd left the watch against cheek position of sleeping.
Excuse the pimple scars.

Right.

There. I think I've entertained you enough.

Feel like I've got so much to say. But can't seem to find someone to listen. Doesn't feel like it's important enough for me to broach it. Sigh. Well, mellow songs will have to do now.

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