My feet stinks.
I'm updating again. Is that a good thing? Up to oneself.
Today, I shall not spare anyone and go write an account of my adventures.
I shall give a new name to my blog, calling it "Little stories and adventures".
I shall give a new url to my blog, calling it .. well, I'm not sure what to rename it as yet.
Maybe I wont change it.
I shall give a new look to my blog, once I get around to designing and encoding the template.
When I'm not too busy with FYP.

So. Today. The 9th of March 2006. Thursday.

I reached school early for once. It was a rare miracle, but I congratulated myself for waking up early and getting ready for school at my own sweet time. I was 15 minutes early when I reach school, and get to enjoy my book. It couldn't have started out better.

For the first half hour since "class" is suppose to start, everyone who've reached wondered if there was actually going to be a lecture, since no lecturer was there. But still, people just started wandering in the room and take their own respective seats. Eventually someone came up, and..
started talking about SA again. I give him my full attention (out of politeness) for a whole 15-30 minutes, before deciding to open up my novel, and continued dreaming in my own world.

When lecture was done, went out for lunch. Lunch was a whole 45 minutes I think. It was more the talk than everything, and I, unabashedly, finish my food first! Goodness, I must be really hungry, or the rice is just too little. I'm being such a glutton lately, I'm not surprised if I'm putting on weight!

So, I had to call off the chatting after lunch, since me and my partner are supposed to be meeting our supervisor at 11.45 to go off and meet the doctors (at NUH) at 12.30pm. Alright, I'll spare the details of the journey (took cab, wait for Adam, sit in the room, wait for the Dr., made proper introductions and so it begins).

So I was yet to learn about my role in the project. So in that enclosed meeting room (which Jansen, and the gang, later stated that it was better than in their time, since they had their meeting in the canteen, and only for half an hour too) we were listening to all the details about the project. What I'm supposed to do and what he's expecting and all that. It was.. not so short, I can assure that. So, when he move on to the e-learning area (codings) which was directed towards the tutors (this was supposed to be a staff project, or is still is, I think. Or so they've mentioned in passing), my head started throbbing. Surprise, surprise, it was the oh so common headache. And it's back. But I guess all that information was just getting to me, everything was swirling in my head, I had a bad headache. I was lucky enough not to feel sleepy. In fact, I wasn't really very sleepy at all for the past few days.

So I was sitting there, listening, but not really paying attention, since it was sort of "off" my hands, and just stared and observed. Main thing that passes through my head? Receding hairline. Don't ask. There were only 4 girls out of the 12 present, and every one of the guy in that room, was my victim.

Moving along now, had a discussion after that at NUS. And then was suppose to head back home. But I have no idea how to get there. Took a cab (courtesy of Adam) until we reach this certain bus stop.

But I decided to went back to NUH (by walking, mind you!) to take the straight bus home. Which was supposed to be there anyway. Being stupid, I made a whole tour around NUS. Again, don't ask.
I finally manage to get on the ride back home. On the bus. Which was there. And I've been there before too, only I was too stupid to actually gather my thoughts and really think about a plan. But at least I got home safe and sound. But not really at my best.

My feet was killing me, after hours of standing. I've spend over how long walking under the scorching heat, trying to find where I was, even though it was still just Singapore. My legs were extremely tired, my arms were numb from carrying the 2kg laptop around, my shoulders were beginning to drop, from carrying my bag with the adaptor, which I didn't even use, my head was hurting so badly, I even considered releasing the rail on the bus and fall/faint, so that people would at least give up their seat to me. That was how bad it was. The bus was extremely full too, given the timing that it arrives. Most people were just released from work. And to think that I could've gotten on the earlier, bus (which I just miss when I reach that bus stop) but of course, let's all blame my stupidity.

As if that wasn't enough, there was still more. On my way home, this guy just started showing me the donation thing in passing, and as usual I smiled and shook my head. Surprisingly, he seemed to shout something in my face, which I didn't get to catch since my ears were plugged (music). Too bl- rude, if I must say.

I neither have the time, nor the energy to do anything else, and I just knew my tudung was not- well it wasn't perfect. But I was so tired, I couldn't care less, and during the (loooonggg) walk back home, I just had my head down, and my face in a frown. Not a very good sight, but it was such a long and tiring day for me. It wasn't terrible, it was just so exhausting.

I'm going off for a run tomorrow. I don't care if its comfortable or not comfortable. I don't care. I need some time to sort my head (especially after being so..messy?!) and peace and I love the crisp morning air.
Food must come with excercise. All that ice-cream and pound cake, I must burn my fats away. (Can't believe I could still stuff a whole 1/4 tub of ice-cream straightaway when I got home. What a real glutton!)

Okay, exhausting day, off to do some reading.
And maybe get some sleep.

I was thinking, why do they have sleeping pills for the insomniac and no r&r pills? You know, some people can be workaholic sometimes, they'll need that. I definitely need that. A whole box, while we're at it. This should go to some suggestion box.