Submitted the very last of my US Applications (:
I realise that being pessimistic is good for the heart at times. When you hope for less, if more is achieved, it adds to the joy. If what you want isn't achieved, at least the fall isn't that hard.

I've officially been stuck on my PSC essay for three weeks. Actually, it's become hilarious that I can be so blinking inefficient. I feel so suffocated because I seem to contract writer's block everytime I try to edit it. And it doesn't help that not submitting my application weighs alot on my consciousness.

Have been so busy preparing for lessons, typing out minutes, marking, doing worksheets, staring like a dazed idiot at a computer screen trying to force out words that refuse to form, that time passes by so fast and suddenly it's February already.
CRAP. I hardly have time for myself anymore. Time meaning time that is not spent doing things that sap brain power. I miss the couch potato days.

Even so, not too long ago, life was all about tutorials, lectures, and dance. Stressful as it was, it was so much simpler then.