Update

So... the new sem starts. I probably should be working on my assignments, which are due on Monday, but pardon me while I malas a bit. It's still only week 3, after all. The momentum isn't yet started. Not to mention that the rooms that we get in PD for our classrooms are not very motivating. Lack of oxygen does that to you.

This sem, well, I fear that the subjects aren't very interesting to me. Not to mention a very grandpa-ish lecturer teaching a very unlikely subject. I doubt he will be one hell of a grandpa-ish lecturer enough to persuade and negotiate with me. Hmm....

Other than that, my body's seriously whacked from all the 8 o'clock classes. I am very very VERY happy that I have day off on Thurs and Fri, which means I can sleep till lunchtime, unfortunately, this only make my biological clock utterly confused because I have to wake up early on Mon, Tues, Wed, and Sat, while the rest of the week I'm FREEEEEEEEEEE to go to bed as late as possible, and even better, wake up as late as possible.

Assignments and presentations are piling up. Most of them are individual. The coming persuasive speech is being pushed to the very back of my mind in order to not have unnecessary freak-outs. I think my roommate is stressed out enough without me scaring her half to death with my random burst of insanity. Not to mention that there is some grouping problem going on with the few group assignments that we have this sem. Hopefully everything is sorted out peacefully, though admittedly, I don't really care about about a certain person who's manipulating my friends in order to benefit herself. She could be doomed for all I care, yes, I know, I sound like an evil bitch.

Anyhow, we are supposed to meet our FYP advisors next week. Pardon me while I go hide in the corner and freak out. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

Last but not least, well, I never expect myself to be so vain, but seriously, the bug bites on my skin look SO disgusting. I don't want to look at them, yet I can't help but keep checking on them to see if there is any improvement. Which, I suspect, isn't that much seeing as my fingers can't seem to keep themselves away from the bites. The bites probably would have healed faster if I have a better self control, but then again, I rather take pain than itch any other day. Seriously.

I hope that the bites all heal up nicely, or if not, I will be forever disgusted when I look at my own skin.