virginangelic

First and foremost of all,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

May you enjoy your special day!

So that's all done. Now...
I'm wallowing in workload. Or to be more precise landscape design. I swear it's turning out to be THE module I'm gonna have a love-hate relationship with.

Today, Greg Chow took pics in the lab for some obscure reason. I was totally unprepared for the photo! Bleh. Why do I have this weird feeling that it's gonna be a part of some slideshow for Friday's HLM day? T.T Oh god, the uh-glee-ness of it all. Josh showed the class some Final Yr's project. Oh god...when I compare that with my own group's, it's like comparing...a stem cell with a fully functioning alive person at his/her prime. Gotta suck it up and slog.

Yet the likelihood of me slogging? Not a lot. I'm a procrastinator. XD

Nevertheless, everyone's revving it up; afterall, presentations are all next week.

I've noticed some disturbing things that have occured lately. Firstly, that I have been bothering this particular person in class. It's not that I hate him or anything but I just find his presence a tad...erm, I don't know how to put it nicely. Irritating? And it's a struggle to not utter vulgarities. Argh. When have I become so crass?! Damn it, I need to be more polite again. I guess tmr when I do see him, I'm gonna be nicer. Hopefully.

Then there's the perpetual issue of writing. I used to love writing but now...I don't know; it's a struggle to put my thoughts down succintly. I wonder if there's a limit to the amount of writing a person can do and if I've reached mine. Try as I might, I can only come up with ~~real horrid~~
horrendous half-baked sentences. Not even a couplet of a poem.

Example:

Was i destined to be a forgotten coal
amidst these diamonds and gems?
To be forsaken, to be forgotten.
I guess that's who I am.
Another nobody.

I've tried everything and it's not working. Maybe I'm just stressed huh? But what bothers me is that when I get that urge to write, as soon as I plomped myself in front of my laptop, everything just disappears. Or worse, I'm grappling and grasping for words to describe the scene in my head.

God, I'm turning emotional or something. I just wish I can write again. Oh well. I just hope things go smoothly until break.