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need some form of respite
i like how the days fly by, because with each passing day it means the sem is coming to an end, and we're all growing older, wiser, taking things into our stride.
school has been well, school-ish, and there's that mad dash to the finish line of week 13 which will symbolise the end of all presentations and reports and i can FINALLY get down to what i've missed so much, pure unadulterated MUGGING which has been so elusive with the introduction of all these projects and whatnot. projects this sem were supposed to be manageable until some people dropped a bomb and the rest of us have to do bomb detonation work. other projects are still quite murky i seriously hope we pull through somehow but above all this, i'm thankful for the little things that make me smile. like how my friend told me about his brother using conditioner to wash his hair for two consecutive weeks resulting in unimaginable dandruff, and bloopers via sms which just make me want to LOL so bad, random skype convos that expound deep truths about life...
i guess the reason why i'm so forward looking is because the future holds so much more, and i don't want to be mired in the past any longer. so maybe it's presumptuous to say that i've moved on, since it feels like i've moved away from another perspective. but either way there's no moving back, because there's no turning back time
school has been well, school-ish, and there's that mad dash to the finish line of week 13 which will symbolise the end of all presentations and reports and i can FINALLY get down to what i've missed so much, pure unadulterated MUGGING which has been so elusive with the introduction of all these projects and whatnot. projects this sem were supposed to be manageable until some people dropped a bomb and the rest of us have to do bomb detonation work. other projects are still quite murky i seriously hope we pull through somehow but above all this, i'm thankful for the little things that make me smile. like how my friend told me about his brother using conditioner to wash his hair for two consecutive weeks resulting in unimaginable dandruff, and bloopers via sms which just make me want to LOL so bad, random skype convos that expound deep truths about life...
i guess the reason why i'm so forward looking is because the future holds so much more, and i don't want to be mired in the past any longer. so maybe it's presumptuous to say that i've moved on, since it feels like i've moved away from another perspective. but either way there's no moving back, because there's no turning back time