Warped

The gritty feeling is gone. I’m just praying really hard that swell in my throat will dissipate by tomorrow, so that the karaoke session with my Geyao peeps will progress smoothly without hiccups. It’s been quite a while since we turned our karaoke venue topsy-turvy, and I’m totally looking forward to my first session with some of them. Of course, Louis the Great and Vern the Great will be there, so good luck to us.

Emotions ran high after bid points and bidders for the Japanese Studies module I was eying started to soar. Every round, I’d approach my keyboard with much trepidation and confusion, contemplating my next move; should I keep my bid point at status quo or throw the entire lump sum from my General account into it? I’m on the verge of becoming schizophrenic with every bidding round. Last semester’s bidding was a total nightmare for me, because while everyone’s in school attending lectures, I was furiously stuck to my computer screen, assaulting the F5 key every 10 seconds to refresh the bidding statistics. Tomorrow’s going to be another tormenting day, with 2 modules to go for and 700+ points to share between them. I’m on a sadistic high.

Really huge apology to Jack; my Internet connection is too wacky for my own good. The last thing we were discussing before I got thrown off the network was my perilous and lonely relationship journey. I promise not to avoid this topic anymore; running way wouldn’t help, and facing it wouldn’t kill either. But I won’t bring it up of my own accordance, because it’s not something worth flaunting. In fact, I would most probably be deemed as stupid to hold onto something for that long and end up being victimized by my own naïve belief. Yes, I’m put off by the very idea of delving into a relationship at this point of time partially because of this, and also due to the fact that there’s so much more to be accomplished other than being part of a relationship. Yes, it’s just another bunch of sour grapes.