One day, if I ever suddenly get speak with an accent, I would take on an English one. Not only do you sound sophisticated and ten times smarter, you also sound like you've stepped right out of a period drama. And I want to wear a pretty dress and drink tea all day. Oh, and sleep in a four poster bed.

Alas. I must be content with paying my rent and vehicle registration. It sounds so unromantic in comparison. In fact, work has made me contemplate hosting a parasite in my womb. And as my friends should know, I did have plans to make myself a spinster aunt who is married to her work. And now I would like to give birth. This is an odd change of mind.

Names: Zachary and Ariadne.

I take that back. Between working and trying to do my assignment, whilst trying to still have a life, time is just like sand running between my fingers.

I am bored witless... with no prep and no compulsive need to study, my evenings are filled with tedium. As much as I love sleeping in until 9am during weekends, I'm almost glad for work. I could study. But then again, who does that voluntarily?

I am currently tickled pink. I was worried that my room decor might've been slightly on the eclectic side... but it seems that I've garnered a few admiring looks.

Ughhhhh welcome to the post-E. hangover. Also known as the low after my high. I have to wait till April. A P R I L to see him. I swear, I didn't feel so down last time. Probably because I had friends around and also because I only had a month and a half to go. Oh, and the blindingly obvious fact that I wasn't supposed to miss him. And now because I'm allowed to miss him, I just feel all blue. Shades of violet and positively azure.