Tell me what the telescope says.

This is bad. I've reached a point where I just want to rot on a lazy weekend afternoon, despite having tonnes of assignments to complete.

School's been pretty OK, not swell, none of that awesomeness - I think there's still a part of me that tries to sound nonchalant about school so I wouldn't come across as a nerd - just OK. I know it's all I ever say these days when someone ask me about school, I'd smile, sighed, 'The workload is insane/crazy/piling up/alot lor.' and shake my head in disbelief because well, you had better believe it.

I was at home all weekend. None of the usual late night partying, all-afternoon gallivanting in coffee joints sipping Frappacinos and smoking to death gossiping about Britney Spears or cheered on The Spice Girls' comeback. How silly of me to think that I have exercise the proper mind control to actually sit down in my room and do up my research paper of The Treatment Of Women In Cinema History, reading up on femininity versus masculinity in films, do up my FCP drama editing assignment, write a 2-page script or finish my directing journal. And I was supposed to be out taking photos for my darkroom class.

Last night, I was complaining to Jah my schoolmate from JC about how broke I am ever since I stopped working, used up my savings on the mac and how my parents are giving me allowance in the currency of a Primary 4 child - in 1995. "U R stil the same, shu. U can never save up. juz like back in jc," she said over MSN.

So army and age has yet to make a change in me. I am still procrastinating and still broke as bloody hell. Only now I have my mac.

And M. :)