Jumble-laya...

Coming to the university really early in the morning is either a pain in the neck or a good chance to gather your thoughts in peace. The library is often quiet, as it is, but at this time its also near-empty. And cold.

Having had the foresight to retrieve his jacket from the car earlier, I slip into its warm comfort gratefully. Even if it looks ridiculous on me like an overly-casual grey lab coat or even like, now that I have short hair, a boy though a little on the feminine side. Here, it doesn't matter though. The warmth is close to that of a constant hug, an embrace I can feel even when he's not directly beside me. It lends some comfort, at least.


There is truly no rest. As rolling waves that come in one after another, at times getting bigger with each wave, so do assignment deadlines keep knocking me over. I don't think I'm alone in saying that "I WANT A BREAK!" though I probably am all by myself in this cesspool of laziness.
I've just "finished" the first draft of my final year project though 'finished' is a little too much of an assumptive word to use. But...I'm tired and I want to complain. So here I am. Heh.

People have been so nice though. Much as I hate doing surveys, it was almost worth the weird-slash-fearful looks I got from some people when they saw me walking toward them with a stack of papers in my arms to meet friendly and helpful individuals irregardless of race. And here I could go on a long morally/politically correct boast about racial harmony and whatnot but I won't. S'not nice to make these very real people I've met sound like simple 2-dimensional characters out of your primary school textbook.

Though, I would love to go back to those days when if I was bored in class, I could draw mustaches on the pictures in those books and not bother too much about studying because it was all in your head anyway. Ah, wishes...

Rendezvous with Mr Flu

"I seem to have caught you." I said, to which he graciously admitted.
"Tis an unfortunate time however as I have work to do and you're of no help." and then he replied, "Ah, but that's not what you say to a guest, unintended or not."
And I am forced to convene, "That's true. Then perhaps you could stage an escape seeing as I've 'caught' you after all and you are not my guest by your own willing means."
"But then to catch me you had to lure me here first."
"Once again that is the sad truth, I kept sleep at bay for too long and then embraced cold air after. But I really must work and you are making me impatient." Thus, annoyed with his smug air, I took him by the neck and left him at sleep's door. Ah, Actifed, my friend...

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Yesterday was caps day to which I graciously forgot to blog so as not to add visual pressure to any surprise remnants of readers or lurkers I have left.

I have much work to do. Work which has sneakily piled up while I turned my back on it to live life. Nasty, nasty... and yet it is today that Mr. Flu has chosen to rendezvous with me. Nasty, nasty..

And in a sick way (ha ha), I do actually enjoy posting this nonsense that comes to me most often when I am ill.

Well, this line is my last deep breath attempt at living life before sticking my head back into that pile I must take care of.