woke up late, had trouble printing notes, waited for 76, 135, 43 for 15 min (only to have 7 of them buses come within 5 min later), waited for 15 min for 30, left in horror and disgust when a single-decked 30 arrived, left in more horror when i bumped into clement in the bus lol, nearly died while standing for that 15 min, finally got a seat which was so squeezy, arrived at lecture so so so late.
Pretty much summed up what was a nasty morning, not forgetting i only managed 4 hours of sleep (and sleep is of utmost importance to me). Fortunately, I was strong and pulled through and brave my way through the storm and went through marketing lecture unscathed. Emerged from LT17 a better man, I met xl and matt and we chatted about getting cap 5.0 and liverpool's demise, very inspiring conversation topics.
The rain came and soothed my soul, and i chilled myself with a mango milkshake. Went for subject pool and then dsc tutorial and then acc tutorial, with my tutorials comprehensively decimated and blown away by all my wrong answers (and i think i really need to go through them tmr morning).
As the sun set, my acc group came out to play, and we continued working tirelessly on our report. working till the sky turned dark, we knew we had to reward ourselves with a thick juicy whopper and so we did, amidst mad banter and mindless chat. At that point in time, my multiple burdens were alleviated for more reasons than one.
Took a bus home with my namesake (he's quite a sexy monk btw), and relaxed to mraz music and samurai warrior. Coming home, handsomely rewarded with a cup of cold water and two juicy pieces of honey-yellow durians that quenched months of inner cravings.
Now, with a guitar in hand, I shall serenade myself shamelessly and sleep before midnight (finally).
AM I AN ARTISTIC WRITER OR WHAT
