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And... it's the end of the first week of school for Semester 6.

I could have easily procrastinated, hoping for the holidays to be longer, but I figured out my brain's seamless effort to grow mold after prolonged periods of shelfing. I'd rather put it to better use than simply for Bejeweled Blitz or Facebook apps.

Oh, and did I mention that I'm going to quit playing most of my Facebook apps? They're sapping too much of my patience and sanity; you know you'd get all fidgety when you gasp and realise that you 1. haven't fed your virtual fish in Fishville, 2. happily forgot to harvest your crops in Farmville or 3. haven't been clicking on that Hunter's Horn in Mousehunt for the past 12 hours. At the end of the day, you're reduced to a helpless victim of what I call Facebook-alization. Tragic. So yups, don't send me invites/gifts/requests because I'll conveniently ignore them, even if they're sent by the Dean. You heard me.

Back to the modules I'm taking this sem. Those closer to me should understand by now that I'm currently hopping on the fine line between honours and B.A, so this semester's THE crucial brick in the wall; it's make-or-break this time round, and it's getting scary because I'm taking 3 modules I know zilch about, MNO1001 Management and Organization, GEK1527 Genes and Society and JS2213 Japanese Popular Culture. Simply because 1. I know nuts about management and organization except for all its office politics, 2. I prolly suck at Science and that explains why I'm in FASS and 3. Japanese Pop is like German boys to me. And my NM modules are only going to get heavier, with non-examinable NM3211 and NM3220 to slay. Oh well.

As life is (expectedly) getting busier by day, that leaves us... not much time with each other. Forget those mugging sessions in Engine, those lengthy makan-and-talk sessions, hanging out at Vivocity until 9pm, or whatever dates we could conjure. With our timetables jigsawed perfectly together (with only 12 to 2pm available for lunch), the assumption that "you can the other if you find one" is probably going up in smoke this semester. But isn't life just as such? That the adage is supposed to work? That if fate allows, we'll meet even without the intention to? That we'll just have to learn the art of being alone for longer periods of time? That I'll have to adjust, albeit slowly and painfully, to the fact that the warmth from you is going to be a luxury?




At some point of time, we'll have to return to solid ground.

And I think it just started for me.