It's always times like this that I'm totally burnt out; sometimes I yearn to trash everything, and just go sleep the day away, and at other times the adrenaline rush of pushing your body to its limit and then crumbling seems too enticing to miss out on. My skin's turning real cranky, my nails turn purple under 20 degrees Celsius, but I'm pressing on.
Whatever doesn't kill me, makes me stronger.
Whatever kills me, does.
And my 3219 group turned the tables on the teaching team this time round; I'm not trying to be cocky here, but if you found out that you had to be moderated down for your issue tracking, it's my group's fault. :) Plus I managed to neutralise my C+ (yes, hell, I got a C+ for my first asignment) with my pitch letter. I can finally understand why PR practitioners go on working in their shitty jobs; it's the satisfaction you get out of watching your competitors crumble to dust. I know it's an annoying obsession, but I kind of like it.
My legs hurt. 4 bruises and counting.
I got the lady from Popular bookstore to ransack their storeroom for BSB's latest album This is Us. :) Yes, I'm turning sado-masochistic. Anyway, electronic music wasn't quite my cup of coffee (yes, coffee for me), and they had to do just that. But they were unfairly pardoned by moi, majorly because they sounded just like they were back in 1996! Well, except for Nick, who wouldn't quit smoking. Still the B-Rok, Bone, Howie D and Frack I know from 1996. And they will always be the Kings of Pop Groups.
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