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i can feel the pressure pressing down on my chest. the air is thick somehow. oppressive. the spectre of jai singh hovers over me, squeezing all productivityfrom my body.
why am i crapping? cos PW sucks. it really really sucks. or rather our tutor really really sucks. jai: u think you goldilocks arh. some ppl research too much, some ppl research too little, some ppl just right >< go away lar. stop destroying people's ideas and hopes for a meaningful project. on the other hand, i found a nice pic online. it's my current dp.  people are easily satisfied. all i want is to wake up early on a sunday morning (say 8 am?), get a newspaper, and go to a coffeeshop to eat nasi lemak and drink and spend a quiet morning reading my newspaper. a long walk alone in a quiet place, in the cool evening sunset, would be nice too. the simple pleasures in life. it's a pity we have so little time to enjoy them. |
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