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stressed. pissed. frustrated.

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Hmmm. Hello dying blog. I'm back.
The weekend has swished by in a flurry of non-study related activity:
Friday- My first pub/ club thingie experience: Hahahahahaha. Zouk.Music. Alcohol. Embarrassing night- yes, and I wasn't even drunk. One day I'll look back and laugh about this all.
My final word on places like Zouk is: I don't like crowds. I suppose it would be different on a different day. And I don't like alcohol! I'm sorry. It's my sweet tooth. I don't care how uncool this makes me. But I'm not havin any more yucky tasting drinks just to prove I can.
Oh. And I got checked. I mean, they asked for ic to prove I'm 18. Which is gooood. Hahha. I'm young-looking.
One last thing,
Fact of Life: Everything’s less scary once you’ve tried it.
Everything.

Saturday:
Photog workshop/ seminar: I'm sorry. I was soooo damn tired from the night before. I completely passed out in the theory segment sitting in the front row of the lt. Which means more than 80 people watched me sleeeeeep. It was ok. The people were... easier to deal with than I had anticipated. Other than the small smoking incident, they were all cool and a few hours with them didn't hurt me much. Surprisingly I retain some photography theory which proved quite correct. Must be the incessant lectures and drilling.

Mothers' Day BBQ: I have always wondered about the wisdom of family gatherings. Maybe its just my family. But really we don't talk alot. So it was like 3 hours of food and silence and small talk. The discomfort was apparent.
Siblings are I successfully executed the Lemon Suffle for Mum. She liked it! Yay. [You'll never read this: thanks Mum. For waking me up at 530 every morning, timely and effective lectures about water drinking and sleeping,for dealing with shit for us, for inspiring me to believe that I'll make it through this shit. I can promise you no more than to be the daughter you brought me up to be. And even this will take an entire lifetime. ]
Sunday- Broadway Beng: My dad wanted to watch this. So we all went tonight!... So. like Half the show was in Hokkein. And I only speak English. So... yea. It was a pretty funny half of a show.

And next weekend isn't empty either!

The Term has passed in a swish: It's been a whole blur of promising to do work, breaking those promises, making new ones, breaking those...

I feel out of breath. Like I'm falling behind. And I'm losing the will to play catch up. It's never been my favourite game.

Fuck it. I better wake up soon or... well. I'm just fucked.

"No such thing as you've lost it all
God knows even Angels fall"
Chin up, stand tall, fight hard, be strong?
The don't mean a thing if I'm... distracted. Hahaha. Gotta find focus first...
I hope I find it soon.


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