Am anticipating a good weekend ahead :)

Got to fully enjoy myself before the pace for both tuition and school picks up again. The mid year exams for the kids are coming and I've already gotten request to add additional slots. So dear friends whom I'm meeting this weekend are probably the last ones who see me before I do the MIA thing again.

Got to wave goodbye to my Saturdays and Friday nights as well got the upcoming two weeks or so, I guess?

Had a relaxing day today catching up on the serial drama. Haven't had the time to pack the table and the room because I've been lazing around watching the tv. Gotta squeeze some time for that soon.

Yearning to watch a movie too. The last film I watched was No Strings Attached by Natalie Portman and Aston Kutcher. Don't even know what's up on the screen lately anyway.

Shall drag myself to jurong point to get the daily necessities. Had been delaying due to the lack of time. I've cleaned out the convenience food. Don't even have a packet of potato chips at home. How sad is that...

As humans, we like to think about the unthinkable

It has become a habit of me to be afraid of death recently. Like I often have this thought before I go to bed. Seems like far away for me but who knows when will be my turn? You see people depart, wondered where they went to eventually? Is there an after life? Heaven, hell or just plain wandering around in the thin air? How scaring, you may be able to see your dead body, or will you meet people who are dead long time ago?

Is dying just like sleeping, losing consciousness then you'll never wake up? I wish it was that plain simple. I think that won't be that bad. I wonder what I'm doing and what's that last memory before my last breath...

It has been a pain to wake up in the morning lately. Hope these two painful weeks can pass very quickly. Nearly two more assignments to complete and after 25th, I'll be able to take a short break. Can already imagine myself cooping myself in the room and watch tv :) yay, the television is such a brilliant invention! Like it really open up the world. You can travel all round in the world in a split second, no?

Have been eating out alone more often these days. I used to really dislike the idea of sitting alone and eat. I've always felt like the other people will be looking at you weirdly, like why is this person so lonely an pathetic? I would make myself to munch a bun as I walk instead of sitting down. But recently, I finally came to this conclusion of why should I make my precious stomach suffer because of the silly glances which people may cast on me?

I'm paying money to buy the food, so I definitely deserve the seat. For sure, I'm better those people who hog to four seats when there's only one of them dining right? I will choose tables with two seats.

Perhaps its all because my life has been very mundane lately and plus the fact that I've been traveling a lot in public transport lately that my bad habit of talking with my imaginary friend has became more frequent. I have this habit of imagining conversations with myself. Answering my own silly questions and asking my imaginary friend stuff that I probably won't tell real people. I have this little problem of talking to myself when I'm alone in the house, on the train or bus..

No, I don't think this is mental. I just felt this is another method to unwind and let out some frustrations. Perhaps this is a little secret side of me that I don't want to let people see. The conversation topic is silly, something out of the world.

Talking about Technology

Am really fed up over the fact that when I need the school' portal urgently, it has to break down. Now I cannot submit my stuff and to make it worse, it isn't my local lecturer who is marking my work but that angmoh guy at Perth. Totally awesome, I am all prepared to wave goodbye to another 4 percent off BIS100, last week's 4% most probably gone because absent minded me forget to hand the thing in by Friday 11.55pm. This week's screwed up all because of the damn system. No wonder people fail BIS100 again and again, maybe it wasn't their fault.

My nose's blocked like hell. I'm breathing like a fish. My voice sounds pathetically sexy, I don't know how am I going to teach tomorrow.

Was wondering if I should write this on the whiteboard tomorrow:

"Class, please cooperate with me because I can't yell at you. Do your work quietly and I'm sure you'll be rewarded."

Like my bunch of monkeys care about rewards huh...

My neck hurts and I felt tired to the max. I haven't marked the worksheets for tomorrow, better log off and do them now, ciao!