half day school

No, not half day school, rather half of the day was spent in school, from 8:20am to 8:30pm.

But a fairly productive day it was, so am not complaining.

Managed to leave the house slightly earlier than usual today, so i managed to catch the bus 10 that normally goes whizzing under the overhead bridge just as i am crossing it to get to the bus stop.

Was subjected to the usual inane banter on channelnewsasia's primetime morning courtesy of Steven Chia and Chloe Cho. Can't believe i am able to sit through this drivel every weekday morning. Who's bright idea is it to have banter in morning programmes? I am far too moody from an early morning to want to listen to people chattering pointlessly about mundane interests. And it appears that their programme editors too share my annoyance. Why else would they be so amateurish as to air plenty of footage of a tennis game as the presenters were reading from the teleprompter, only to then abruptly cut off the coverage before the match point is played?

Anyways, was so blur while on the bus while trying to do some last minute readings for my midterm at 10am that didn't realise that Mark Szto was on the bus too, until we got off the bus at school... But methinks neither did he... Early morning 8am is hardly the best time to meet people.

The test itself went on quite fine, by God's grace. Didn't ahve much time to prepare cos was more concerned for my two essays due this week. Anyways, haven't wrote so much in such a short time in months. The calluses on my right hand have never been so pronounced. Looks as if i contracted some kind of skin disease...

Am thankful for my intro to computing project group. They really are quite a nice bunch. Even though i s/u-ed the module, definitely am inspired to put in effort for the project. It's groups like these that definitely lessen my apprehension towards group projects...

I surprised myself by being able to more or less cover all the details for my first essay, due on wednesday morning. Only by God's grace, of course. At first i was at the library till i realised that the cold blasts from the aircon on the sixth floor (which i otherwise revel in) were chilling my hands, such that they became too numb to type anything. So i moved to the arts canteen where thankfully conditions were better and i managed to do quite a bit today.

Stayed with Mark in the canteen till around 8:30, but then i couldn't tahan this girl who was seated some seats away from us practicing her French. Now, i am hardly an authority on the French language. In fact, wo3 de4 hua2 yu3 bi2 wo3 de4 fa3 yu3 hao3 hen3 duo1 (though it still stinks). But i simply cannot tahan bad french pronunciation. Sacre bleu! It simply throws me off. Well, after ten minutes, i had heard enough, i really couldn't concentrate anymore and realised it already was half a day since i arrived at school so homeward bound went i. Week seven is no time for one to be spending half a complete day at school.

Anyways, now have to try and transfer today's essay success back to the home environment...

Two people told me today that i looked much happier and less stone and tired than on friday. Possible reasons:

1. Fell asleep on sunday afternoon and got an extra four or so hours of sleep, at the expense of work...
2. General happiness over the weekend in spite of busyness.
3. Specific happiness with regards to certain events.. Tell more another time...
4. Prozac. (kidding, kidding)