Because it's only the first week of semester 4, and I'm overwhelmed by the instructions intricately woven by each module lecturer to confuse us. Or is it just me. Oh well. The up-side's that I don't need to cash in too much on textbooks this semester, the down-side's that there's much much much more hands-on work to do every week. And it's a direct challenge to my stamina by taking 2 design modules, one reading-intensive module and 2 level-3000 modules. I just hope and pray my steps won't falter halfway through this 4 months of toiling.
Despite the fact that I'm telling and agreeing that the Twilight books are written for pre-pubescent lovelorn tweens, I'm delving into the second-parter without looking back. It's just one of the withdrawal symptoms of reading Rice's Merrick and falling in love with immortality. CLEO's editor Deb is right; it's the whole package of living forever that lures us in, with treachery, romance, bloodlust and pursuit to fuel the addiction.
Oh shit. And I have a week's worth of fines to pay for 4 books.
And I wonder if things on the almanac ever come true. The ever-superstitious Chinese would die to steal a glance at the prevailing year's fortunes, addressing money, relationships, career etcetera. Mine said that I'll be "suffering and recovering from minor illnesses this year", having "unstable relationships with your other half", down on my money luck, and basically anything bad that can ever happen to anyone in a single lifetime. Now, even if I'm a staunch Astrology analyst, pelting me with sucky readings will just make me dismiss every single word. I'd rather count my own stars. Plus, Jack wouldn't allow anything bad to come between us. Neither will I.
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