I'm thinking maybe I should revamp my blog a little and start writing it like I write my diary. That said, I don't want to falsely interpellate people; 'you' might just refer to an unknown [ ] instead of you who are reading theserandomstuffthatare notsorandom.

Maybe this is a space to talk to myself.

I'm just thinking why this semester has been so ... hazy. I'm floozing through and I don't feel good about it. Maybe it's premature-pre-graduation syndrome.

What am I going to do when I graduate? I ask this everywhere and perhaps a Freudian reading of this annoying slip is that I am projecting my anxieties on others.

But whatever. What AM I going to do when I graduate?

I should probably think about passing that awful module first, though.

Ok, it's not awful. It's just that I'm highly inept in that side of the campus. [As an aside, I wonder if I am falling into the trap of some self-fulfilling prophecy... Gah.]


I'm disappointed with a lot of things, but should I be? After all, I have done my best; and if I have not, it probably didn't matter that much anyway.

This semester has been mighty busy, and we haven't actually spent that much quality time together, doing more important things like communicating. And there's a huge part of me that wish for the holidays to come so we can finally have some . date-time? How inarticulate. Go out lah. Go and pak tor. Maybe we can go take a walk. Er. Ok. Photography, perhaps. Or just do something fun.

But the exams will be over soon (I know they have not even started) ---

I've decided not to continue with that train of thought.

Ohs. I bought a nice dress! Haha. I'm not sure why I bought it because there aren't occasions for me to wear it and, . . . Ok. Who am I kidding. Ha. Yah. For an imaginary date that's not gonna happen. Yada yada. Please say I look pretty beautiful.

Strike that. Why am I so bimbotic!!! Ok. Again.

I bought a nice dress!! Shall wear it whenever. Yeah. Maybe when I feel like looking pretty. Hee. Yay. :D

Ok so there's no point to this entry and when I read you, my dear blog, some ten days down the road I probably will grimace and wonder why I didn't write about more intelligent stuff or stuff you with nice long cryptic poetry BUT. I need to ramble. And no one is free to listen so you shall sit around for me to yak at. Plus they are mostly incoherent and trivial unimportant things so.

Maybe I am subconsciously stressed.