mood: sad -my guppy died-
hooked on to: Sway by Bic Runga

The second week of lectures & mobilisation of hall activities have seen me determinedly attempting to settle down into semester 2's cant-get-out-of-NUS life, half successfully and still trying.

Tutorial allocation results have just been released. All in all, my timetable is quite reasonable compared to last semester's 3 lab prac modules which saw me insanely trying to complete lab reports most days of the week. But now i've got a tuition assignment twice a week, which effectively cancels out the teeny weeny bit of extra time i have. Therefore, solving the deceivingly simple algebraic equation, i present to you, the solution.

x= 0, and y= undisclosed number

where
x = overall difference in free time
y = income (yay yay yay!)

that was rather fair.

Rudy's timetable is apparently quite bad, and upon second thought, i realise that bad is too general a term and too severe an understatement. After some reluctant calculation, i discover that it means seeing him most probably only on weekends for cg and svc and probably friday night for dinner at... fong seng?

oh well... sometimes circumstantial restrictions in life simply makes it inevitable that we're to let go of certain things which we otherwise would have loved to keep. give a little, take a little...
in anticipation, expectancy, with much faith, hope and love, i long to see how this semester is going to turn out to be.
Yet, out of so many definitions that life has accumulated in its very own dictionary, nothing is more apt than the fact that,
life is but a series of sacrifices.
life is but countless valleys to be crossed, to be conquered.

Certain adjustments have to be made, but i'm holding on, for the bible says that i am an overcomer. i can doubt anyone. anyone. anyone. But the words of the heavenly Father is true. and that's all i need to know. :)

anyways. Me and suz happily trotted to the SME bazaar at the arts forum after our marketing lecture and after making our quizzical analysis of the stalls, fully justifying ourselves since this is supposed to be a market survey for the upcoming sheares bazaar, discovered this stall which turned out to be the supplier for X:odus, which was selling pretty ethnic-looking beaded bags. Now if you've gone shopping with me often enough, you would realise that i'm not immune to such sinful deals, especially if the deal in focus is at around 50% of those displayed in the shop itself. So, of course, me and suz went crazy, in the shopaholic term, and left the bazaar having added 2 new bags each to our collection and laughing like crazy hyenas, much to Wenlee's outrage that we didn't jio her.

the shopaholic sisters. haha.

oh well, i should start mugging like that crazy mugger whose activity suzanne has been monitoring. i wonder how he can stay rooted to his study table for so long. Then again, he's probably that busy studying that he couldnt even bother shutting his blinds, even if it means the whole block D residents can see him everytime we make a trip to the toilet.