bleargh

ok.. i finally have some time to blog. wtf. work work work. just work shit eat sleep. and i can't even get to do much of the last activity. last night was absolutely crazy.. was doing my Urban Design a3 panel and only finished it at 4am. (it's ok lah.. cos it's just cut and paste and rearranging things nicely).. then after that i had an online quiz to do! which i haven't studied. anyway through some freaking loophole i managed to discuss with mien mien.. hehehe.. and we finished at 630!! goodness.. for those who know me.. this is an ultimate achievement. not only that, i had lessons at 1030 in the freaking morn, and it takes 1.5 hrs for me to get to sch. blardee. anyway i was late, reached the lecture theatre at 1055 hrs.. and the stupid lecture ended at 1105!!!! more blardee hell.
anyway i only slept like 2.5 hrs, and feel like ultimate shit now, shoulders aching, floor's almost spinning, and to top it off, there's still a site visit to go to. and we have absolutely no idea what the site visit is for/about. wtf. what a great No Use School. anyway yes i'm in sch now, chatting with sis.. who's in melbourne.
anyway previous two weeks or so had been pretty rough, Norm and I were gg through a bumpy patch in our relationship, so i was constantly crying, we were constantly having cold wars. damn hard. never want it to happen again. but it's just that i think my mind is the most dark and weird thing in the world, i can imagine real morbid things happening, or like when i'm alone working into the night in the living room and i can imagine weird creatures coming up behind me, with huge bulging eyes and crazy teeth saying "hello! yes i am real!!" walan eh. it's damn shitty. anyway i dun feel as if i'm blogging properly, just stating some random thoughts. how's life like if u keep thinking of people close to u dying, getting into accidents, so on and so forth, it's extremely morbid, grotesque and what have u. damn. i should go see a psychologist or something. must be all those Haw Par Villa trips i had to endure when i was young, with all the 18 levels of hell and what not, pple getting boiled in oil, having their tongues cut off, when u're exposed to such things from a young age, how can ur bloody life turn out right in the future??!@!@!@# and to top it off, as i have mentioned previously, i have just the wildest imagination that it's rather abnormal.
k anyway whatever. i am gg berserk from the lack of sleep now, and there's still design to do. think i'll be absolutely cranky tomorrow. gtg walk around Outram park now. damn. what the hell is there to see!!!!! stoopid. bah.
byebye~
cheryl