Not Really, Mon Amigo.

Mon Amigo means "My Friend". Eh. I should stop explaining the words I use.

Yes, I know I just blogged recently, but I felt the longing to do so tonight.

For some reason, I feel a strange surge of independence. You know, the sudden sense of freedom. Or something. As if I'm in control. And it feels. Good.

Doing my assignment right now. Gathering research into a booklet so that the lecturers (and ourselves, for that matter) can refer to it as we're doing our project. It's pretty straightforward work, but I'm taking the effort to make it a real "Designer's brief". You know, since I have to use it and refer to it for the next four months.

I just woke up, actually. got home at like 7:30pm, and took a nap at eight. was supposed to wake up at nine to do work, but I kinda overslept. Good thing that it was only for an hour though. If I woke up to sun rays, I'd really cry. Although, I admit, I was tempted to go back to sleep. But strength of will prevailed. Right.

I've been neglecting my Xbox again. No, really.

I'm hungry.

Random fact: I don't like chillies in my Subway sandwiches.

Oh, I know why my posts are so random sometimes. Cos I usually blog in between doing other stuff, and just add in whatever I'm feeling at that particular point in time.

Tomorrow's gonna be a long day. Really long.

I'm done with my work for now... Gonna go do... something else...