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2007-09-07 @ 8:41 p.m.

Going to attend a wake later, so I'm just banging out an introduction to the AP104 essay. I'll panic tomorrow morning and dash everything out before the lesson. Heard that Chernise will be there later too. It's the first time I'll be seeing her since she started university a year ago! Got stuck in camp past office hours, but since we've been ordered not to blog about any stuff that's related to the organisation and its workings, I will refrain from elaborating. Am in a bit of a rut with regard to the essay. I keep fussing over the title, which feels clunky and unwieldy. Everything I write one of my psychology essays, I give thanks that I didn't end up in NUS because I might actually have ended up majoring in psychology. Or worse, philosophy. As it is, I'm thinking it's a bit insane of me to be reading a joint degree in literature and creative writing, considering that I haven't written anything I consider decent in months. Partly it's because my life is rather insipid at the moment, and I'm not one of those people who get all reactionary about it and actually feel like they have something to say. I'm more prone to capturing moods, though even that's hard when life's a trudge through day after day of mindless tedium. Missing that spark...



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