Tuesday, April 23, 2002
docomo 504i series new phones pictures and specs out (commercially classified) docomo might sue the megazine company. oh well, the fones are looking good.
word of the day:
ji-o'ches /jee uh jest/
jibun jara /jeeboonkahrah/
state of being over subjective
hm... 2 more things to be done tonite
i've been talking to art, kart, maxx for hrs. and i'm feeling much better now. u are great ppl, luv ya all *muah*. thanks for yer prayers, too. 've been talking to josh, too; frustrated, i know i was very anniying, and i've only created more problems for him than before, sorries haha. halfway thru my studies, i decided to tak e abreak. by going down to the post office and grab my parcel. guess what, it's the tape from honduras!! pity the 30 hr program was cut into 4 minutes, and i think i have only appeared for 10 seconds *sighs*
ok, talk about last night. think i was in bed for 10 hrs only to find 5 mosquito patches and asscheeks sticked on to the sheets with sweat (sorry to be too explicit) that drove me mad. (angy, not horny) i don't think i could sleep at all, i've been tossing and turning in bed, the fan's not working too well, and eventually, i decided to destory the ozone layer and increase the chance of getting skin cancer by swithing on the air conditioner. awe man, that was so sweet, it reminds me of the night when i got back from honduras looking forward to my air con, it's the same thing. so i allowed myself cooled down by the not-so-pleasant yet felt-good articifial wind, and i drifted off to my dream.
getting up this morning was a megastruggle. mom woke me up with a "ho sum lay hay sung la haii" meaning "may i beg u get oula yer bed of u are a human and u still have some conscience..." not her "haii" which is a very negative next-to-let-go sigh in cantonese. ok, i'm done to be a sleepaholic. then she closed the door moderately, knowing that it would wake me up but left herself sinless cuz she's not banging.
awe, i wanna stay in bed for just a lil while. i was about to face my largest enemy again: amaths pastpaper. the everyday routine of self-torturing. so i turned on the puter, got online, typed my timetable, sit for a second, gave a few yams, and then off i went back to the studies. very productive but not in terms of efficiency and quality. i don't care, as long as i get the things done, that's the whole point.
trapped in the maze of time..3:39 AM