Saturday, February 03, 2007

School barrels on

and I don't know if it's good or bad, but life has yet settled again into a numbing, boring routine. Numb and boring it may be, but at least it is a routine. Waking up, checking the timetable, getting dressed, hopping onto the bus, turning up for the scheduled tutorials, making idle chat with schoolmates, then going home. Wash, rinse, repeat.



Friday's the conclusion of that Community Health Project thingie. There's this peer evaluation thingie where every group member gives marks for every other group member for their contribution, and I'm pretty sure I messed that up. Me however, being the nice guy I am, gave everyone the same mark. Communism rocks.

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And when Saturday comes, I'm sorta too jaded to do anything but to plop myself in front of the computer, hop onto STOMP forums and post like mad, check out the posts on the other forusm, et cetra, et cetra. There's comfort in familiarity - but this comfort is really a guilty pleasure. It doesn't benefit me much, and it definitely doesn't benefit anyone else at all.

Did inane stuff. Went for a morning run, saw the Wiseguy again after a long time. Ironically, since I was eating alot more the past few days with lotsa food at home, I could really run much faster than usual, despite the growing rolls of fat on me. Got some groceries from the provision shop (the heavy stuff, since my mum can't carry it all by herself) before heading back.

Plopped myself in front of the computer. Chatting with Ryan, just being there for him cause he's having a rough time lately. When I was at my lowest the only people I could really thank for getting me up are my friends for just being there. Not that they gave me some really golden advice or pepped me up or anything, but they were simply there, because to me, just knowing that someone bothers to listen is golden enough. Since then, I swore that I have to pass this favour on.

Had a short nap. Played a little Elite Beat Agents and got past another stage. That kinda little pointless guilty pleasures.

Tried to glue back a new rubber sole to the shoe. It's particularly hairy cause the so-called 'transplant' failed, and I'm at my wit's end trying to get a new piece of rubber to stick! After lotsa difficulty and fingers stained with glue:

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And gee, I have so much revision to do, but I can't muster up the effort to do so! At the back of my mind I figured that since the exams are 4 weeks later, what I study now would be sorta forgotten within that 4 weeks anyway. Excuses! Bah.

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