bleah. bweah. BWEAHHHH.

woke up feeling groggy, left for tutee's house without my mp3 player, saw a Malay wedding on the way there, taught adrian mole's diary for lit tuition, did an explanation about the pandora box and adrian's wet dreams, felt guilty about suggesting to do away the idea of a monthly tuition and skipped homecooked lunch with the kids+their mum, went for the next tuition class, was early for 20mins, marked 2 social studies source-based questions, helped tutee apply garnier pimple roll-on gel on his pimples and showed him adrian mole's similar situation, lol-ed at how adrian m. measured himself aft reading big and bouncy, left the place aft 25mins of overtime cuz i was concentrating too much on the marking and forgot abt the time, bought potato fries from the 7-11, finished it before reaching the busstop, came home on bus+lrt, saw another Malay wedding on the way. too shagged for psychology mid-term revision and mid-term report writing.

duh. i want my sundays back, fully.
and i hope she can quit thinking tt i'm being selfish cuz i can't (even) free up a sunday morning a month for her kid. goodness, does she know 4 years worth of burnt sundays is enough to drive a person mad? why not do some good and give the poor tutor a break and some time to prepare herself for a proper graduation? i dun wan those money, just give me my time back, i wan to do my fyp. a drained sunday is a drained week ahead, this should be made known to her.

alright i will tell her that i am NOT going to conduct a monthly lesson for her child (whom i treat as a friend, nevertheless) after the last lesson we have next week. if she doesn't want the connection cut, and want the best environment for her children to learn english, then she jolly well puts in effort and find the correct resources, not hold on to reluctant ones who couldnt even protect their own academic well-being with so little time. on second thought maybe i should just sms her later after dinner. i've lost my appetite for dinner after skipping lunch today. tis the power of guilt. argh, why torture a kind soul?

have been eating rather weirdly recently. don't really have a proper appetite when it comes to dinnertime, but i always ended up eating more than usual. was out mugging for my lit fyp at the cat socrates with eleanor that day and went for dinner. wanted to get a dessert initially cuz we had sphagetti for late lunch at 3plus before that. ended up eating a huge plate of rice, fried vege and butter sotong. whoa, talk abt NO appetite. it's not tt the quantity was alot, we shared the food, u see. but a full meal isnt really a dessert, if u get wad i mean.

ive been lazy to clear up my desk properly. so the table is full of balls of used tissue papers, opened food wrappers and my unwashed cup. sadly my stacks of notes ended up on the floor again. im sitting beside a paper leaning tower of my classical drama reading materials and the filmsy files containing my lit criticism notes. the classical drama midterm report is due this thu and i havent sorted the pile from the tower yet. my sis had seen me doing the uno stacko last week, i dun wan her to see another accident just a week aft tt. maybe i'll wait till tmr when she leaves for sch b4 searching for it again. i can have some time for my psychology midterm revision tonight then. but itx hard to concentrate in the midst of rubbish. wish they will just auto disappear/get to the sink. im not very good at categorizing stuff including rubbish so things will just end up randomly across the table, like now.

seriously prof doug doesnt expect us to remember all those parts in the brain! i can't even remember my dad and sis's hp numbers aft nearly 4 years! (prosomagnothia: too be or not to be / two bee oar knot to bee)

and i havent started on my fyp. im doomed.

raaaarrr!

u know im not in the right state of mind when i start to blog in english.