Define time

It's rare for me to get really pensive deep into the dead of the night, especially when I've had a draining day. It's just that when multiple facades of reality hits you, it's pretty difficult to just reject the notion of their reality; you can't just ward them off.

To start it off, congratulations to Kane and his girlfriend on their first year anniversary! I'm totally apologetic for not hearing you holler my name across the lift lobby (I'm turning deaf as a by-effect of overworking, I guess). Anyway, anyone should have just seen the cute couple, with the girl cuddling a purple bouquet of red roses! Okay, I'm just drawn to the fact that the bouquet is purple, since I don't really give a damn about flowers.
I kind of pity Jack, suddenly, for having a girlfriend who hates flowers and almost all stuffed toys.
*Tsk*
Kane did joke that he won't need to count anniversaries in months anymore. Omg. The farmer strikes back.

*Laughs*

Making mad rushes for project deadlines (I finally knew why they were called 'deadlines' - apparently they all harbour the idea of murder via harakiri), ditching time spent at home (sometimes, I really wish I could run away from all the unhappiness that happens within the confines of those four walls), managing friends (I'm still figuring a way to please everyone. And I'm still failing miserably when it involves coming into terms with my own conscience), appeasing groupmates (something escapism won't suffice), finishing my readings (I realized that I have no time to attend lectures, let alone do my readings), and ,of course, spending time with the boyfriend. Jack and I have become faithful mugging partners cum gossip partners cum lunch partners cum each other's Aunt Agony. I know people are going to hit back with laments that I'm too stuck to the boyfriend, but seriously, if you think you can do a better job as a all-in-one boyfriend, then you can jolly well draw up a challenge against him. By that I'm not saying that my other friends are inferior to him, but you have to recognize the fact that the only person whom I can get stuck to whenever I feel like and not feel guilty about taking up his time, uttering nonsensical stuff, messing up his hair, poking him in the rib once every 5 minutes, giving him huge bear hugs, irritate him with mindless accusations and still get him to smile for me, is Jack.
Oh great.
I just made myself sound like a nightmare of a girlfriend.

Time to hit the sack.