bali

back from bali.

and hooked onto 'heroes'.

and loving the holidays.

holidays

this was 5am in the morning in studio, nine hours before a submission 2 weeks ago.

i had 3 submissions squeezed over a week-long nightmare. i was clocking 3-hour power-sleeps everyday either in studio or at home. when i'm in school, my movement was restricted to between my workspace and the canteen 3 times a day (ok, and the occasional studio ping-pong break, haha). the thing was despite the shit, it felt strangely ok. maybe cos i had expected it, or it has become routine. or in some strange perverse way, i actually enjoyed how the mind-numbing work can give me a sense of activity.

until last tuesday, right before the final, and probably the most important, presentation. it felt like something broke, and i couldn't help a foreboding sense of sian-ness. i slacked 2 hours in front of the tv (unthinkable!), and struggled for 3 hours on the bed (dangerous!).

i feel rather battered this semester, and am pretty grateful for this little break. my sorethroat is finally recovering. i am looking for a good storybook to read, but dunno where to find one. the friend who will be off to reservist tmr (sigh) is recommending richard dawkins, but for now, i need something much more brainless.

this semester

whoa, f i n a l l y.