i resolve to not bore the unfortunate insomniac people who decide to read my blog, so i am not going to write about work (gasp!) nor about myself (double gasp!)

as such, the entry ends here!










(sorry i'm tired and i just had to write something, even if it's utter crap. i promise something more entertaining in the not too distant future. =D)

panic

exams are next week, yet logic's half done, maths barely understood and econs untouched.

and here i am arranging time to meet with friends, to go out with my family and of course to spend a lot of time with abiel.

i'm royally screwed. let's just hope my tutors don't think i got in because of $$ after collections.

isn't it weird?

i just can't shake off this mixture of bemusement and exasperation. recently a friend blogged about me, but in such an insidious way that though the entry was obviously targeted at me, it made no direct reference, and awkwardly enough the whole point of the entry was to tell me (and specifically me) something.

i think the blog is the evolved form of a messenger. previously, messengers ran for days just to relay a message, now with a blog, if you know that the intended audience will read your blog at some point in time, you can simply write something about/for them on your blog and viola!

i am exasperated because that friend could have simply told me outright, instead of going the roundabout route. i am bemused because it reflects well upon my friend's uh...long memory, should i say. no matter, i suppose.

(except that, ironically, i'm doing the same).