Well, my terror week (Part one) has just ended. A 'chui' and 'xiong' week. Although I know nobody would be willing to hear or even read about my chronological events but I don't care,I still would like to post. wahaha~

Monday woke up early to discuss project then have fallacy presentation in the afternoon.Kena shoot by prof on my fallacies, tried my best to defend myself and someone did help me defend my point strongly to put stuffs across in the end. Tuesday woke up for morning lesson and weekly quiz. Had another project meeting at evening which ended at like 10pm. People still thought I am a part-time student while I carried my books and laptop on the last train home.

Wednesday was better and I spent most of my time to prepare individual project. Thursday morning had another presentation. That day was freaking cold and the air-con was at full blast. I was shivering bitterly while presenting. The prof told everyone to get up and do some warm-up exercise to fight the chill..pretty lame but it worked a little. As usual of the school's culture, our group was bombarded with Q&A from class. How do I describe this scenario? Well, it reminded me of 10 Mr Ong-s shooting us during our FYP for PED and at the same time grading our performance. Had another project meeting in the afternoon and was so super tired that I dozed off in the bus back home. Did a final 'chiong' to 'beautify' my individual project when I reached home.

Friday woke up damn early to have consultation with prof on our philosophy paper. Although I was really tired and the weather was too nice to sleep, I still had to forced myself to wake up. Couldn't quite imagine doing my philosophy paper without any help or consultation..don't feel any sense of security. Attended afternoon lesson then had another project meeting till evening.

Saturday I was a 'guai' student and mug at home for test. Discussed the paper with peers online and through phone. Brain couldn't quite absorb information but the thought of staring blankly at the difficult paper was enough to compel me to mug harder. Sunday was 'enter battle-field day' as I had to take the philosophy paper. Dunno why but my head was spinning, my vision was blurred and my heartbeat rate was very fast while I waited outside the hall. I thought I was about to faint or died. Perhaps I didn't have ample sleep the night before. After the test, had creativity project meeting and it was the most hilarious one. Two grown-up men playing with dolls and dislocating the dolls' limbs and head.

Well, that's my life and sorry if I bored you with my events. I am still tired, in fact too tired to even know the feeling of been tired. These few weeks would be crazy, at least crazy in my sense. Anyway, students are getting pissed off by the lack of sleep. Imagine coming back on a sunday, where's my bloody weekend? Anyway, thanks evil-fatty for driving me to school this morning.