Break-time.

Here's a real classic.

Anyways, the major papers are over and it's time to party. Well, at least for a week. Mugging resumes a week after, and I'll be home in no time.

Blink, and half the year's gone.

iPhone is coming to town.

Yep, it's about the biggest talk in town, and everyone is dying to lay their hands on one of them.

This is the first time I ever got excited by an Apple product.

Then again, I still can't see myself paying for that. Just don't know why.

Can't deny its beauty no matter what.

It starts.

It starts today, 2 hours from now.

What a day.

And I keep telling myself that I shall return home with a feeling of satisfaction, perverse pleasure topped with a sick smile, knowing that I had it slaughtered. Yet, a smaller voice tells me it might be the lecturer with the smile as I lie on the chopping board.

I hope I'm right about the first part only.

Just got to be careful, Adrian, just got to be careful. Carelessness and complacency are total exam-hall killers.

Okay, off for my breakfast (no prizes for guessing what) and then off to the culling grounds.

Thank you again.

I know, I was warned that my birthday cake's an OB-marker and I am not allowed to write or comment about it or risk prosecution, but I simply cannot resist. (Read: I totally loved that cakes.) Well, this is the 4th consecutive day I awake to a slice of cake. Not just any other cake, its a mud cake. Not just any mud cake, a birthday mud cake.

Okay, whatever.

Point is, notwithstanding the fact that having 4 days of cake is unhealthy and boring, I still love the cake. Really, and I mean it. (Gosh, sarcasm can be a real tricky problem when it comes to text.)

So here's what I have received: A Stussy sweater, an A/X Wallet, and 2 birthday cakes, triple chocolate and chocalate mud cake. And a nice wholesome dinner. I know, it's aleady the 9th and my papers are tomorrow, but I really can't be bothered about them whenever I think back about the celebration that night.

Once thank, thank you all.

Somehow, knowing more presents await me back home makes me want to rush home even faster.

Nick Pitera.

Here's a little something I came across. I don't think every guy would wish for his voice, but honestly, I wouldn't mind.

Birthday dinner.

Thank you everyone for the wonderful dinner. The cakes, the gifts, and just to gather together.

Thank you all for this really unforgettable 21st.

Happy 21st.

Happy Birthday to me.

This is my first birthday spent away from my family. I don't think I have ever missed one with them before, but anyways, this is the first, and yes, it's the 21st.

Now, don't go reminding me that I am old, or come pat me on the back and give the "Oh, you can now watch sick films in the cinema" wink.

I guess tonight should turn out to be quite fun with dinner and stuff. At least there are family and friends around I can meet up with.

And for the record, I hate blowing.candles.

Human interaction, please?

I was chattng with my mum over the phone last night when I mentioned that me an my cousins used MSN to chat with each other if there's anything we need to say. I can't deny the convenience of doing so, and I guess it really is a lot easier than having to climb a flight of stairs just to utter a few words. However, it doesn't quite make things better from what I currently see.

Since Friday, I have more or less spent my days in my home, not wanting to travel down to school to use the library, partly because of the travelling time and the number of people cramming in there, and partly due to my own laziness. But anyways, my point is that besides the person I had to talk to to place my order during my dinner eat-outs, there basically hasn't been another human I have spoken to face to face.

When I was back home, I used to wake up to see my parents and usually not talk much at home, and I thought that maybe it's just me, that I don't quite like to talk and stuff, but really, it isn't just the talking at home that brings warmth. I think sometimes the mere presence of another person does bring comfort to a home, and that is what I am honestly lacking now. I know I'll get adjusted to this sooner or later, but for now, it can be quite disturbing to have to wake up and face a cold and quiet home.

No one is at fault, and if I really wanted to see someone I could always go down to the city and make myself feel more alive. It's just that this feeling has been within me for the last 3 or 4 days, and I almost feel like the poor chap from Cast Away, and it is starting to eat into me.

I guess it's all part of being away from home, and it's probably that a few other factors are contributing to this feeling and making everything seem really bad. I guess everything would be over in a jiffy. At leaast, I hope so.

For now, I shall go to the mirror and talk to myself.

No, kidding. I need to go have my lunch and talk to my usual chat buddy.

Lost, not found.

I hate it when I can't find a path, even when I know where I should head towatds. It can be a real pain in the rear to be left with no specific directions, especially with not much time left.

I guess I'll just have to wander around and hope for the best. Just gt to bear with this for another week.

Going slow.

I must admit that it really isn't a lack of time that has made me stopped writing more frequent posts, and saying that I have no time to do so is quite a blatant lie. In fact, I have not exactly been spending every minute studying with no rest, and when while I study, I do take some 'unofficial breaks', otherwise known as distractions. (Facebook - the number one distraction.)

Anyways, the real reason why I am not writing as frequently is because even if I were to log on to blogger, my entire brain would be filled with thoughts of statistics, accounting and microeconomics. So for that reason, I really have no more mental capacity to sit down and blog properly. I could do a hundred other senseless posts, or copy and paste thousands of YouTube videos (yes, that's one of the other big distractions of all time) on my blog, but that wouldn't be really nice, so for now, I guess I'll go much slower on blogging. There should still be at least a post a week though. I've got 1 plus week to the end of 3 papers.

I always conveniently forget the 4th paper. Selective amnesia.