night time is procrastination time

the library has been my second home the past two weeks. i study there, i sleep there, i check my email there, i even take shower there. okay maybe not. but you know, i use their bathroom frequently.

am seriously thinking to reconsider what i'm going to do this summer. i've registered to six courses currently, am still not sure which two i'm going to drop. well, granted i will pass all my finals this term. co-op job still seems to be my least favorite choice to do—not so much because i don't want to, but rather the jobs offered are lousy. that, or i lack of one or two stupid required skills. bummer. at least i still have my current job to do. if, and only if, i think i have the capacity (mostly time-wise), i might apply for a second job during the day.

i've given up so many other choices for the next four months. i hope i'm doing the right thing. fingers crossed.

tom is moving out soon, at the end of this month. woot!

at times like this, music is my sanctuary. my life can be a big fat mess all around, everyone can conspire against me, and i always turn to my music collection (or go watch a good movie—given the time and money) and soothe my mind. heck, the songs that are played don't even have to agree with the current mood. am really worried right now i'd run out of space in my hard drive for my future music collection expansion. yet another strong reason why i have to buy this baby soon. patience is the key, emil.

can you change so much within a year? i look at myself, and i say yes.

my body needs more rest but my mind doesn't seem to agree. i always end up going to bed awfully late and waking up in the morning either under panic attack or feel as if all my bones are about to crush and collapse. during the day, despite my sincere intention to do something—anything—and be productive, exasperation usually wins. yes, i know.

con. cen. trate. focus. focus and concentrate.

and sleep, for heaven's sake.