I Feel A Change Coming
I'm still in UTP, although I was originally supposed to go home on Tuesday (today).It started with the plan. And then the plan went wrong.We were supposed to go to Pangkor island immediately after our last final paper, on Sunday. And then come back the following day, chill out and pack. Then go back on Tuesday.But. Plans never go quite how you like them to.On Sunday afternoon after the paper, we had our obligatory photo session, then lunch at Taman Maju. And then we went back to our rooms, presumably to "pack".But by the time we had done all of that, we realised that it was way too late. If we had left for Pangkor then (it was 3pm)

I think...
I love Hafez because he's the only person who has ever made me feel like I'm good enough just the way that I am.

Warning: Insomnia Alert
Thanks to what Don dubbed "the 3 Days of Hell", my biological clock is officially messed up. My bedtime is now 5pm-10pm, and after that I can't get a wink of sleep to save my life. Maybe around 7am I might get into bed and sleep, but then I'll wake up around 11am or 12pm to get lunch and schtuff.It's 4:14am now, and I'm as wide awake as if it was 4 in the afternoon! =___=And I'm bored out of my mind. There's only so many rounds of Farmville, Fishville, Zombie Wars and Mafia Wars I want to play. (The number of facebook apps I've added is insane >__>)Studying? Ah, yes, that too. But ever since the 3 Days of Hell ended, I've been put into a sort of traumatic

I'd Lie
I don't think that passenger seathas ever looked this good to meHe tells me about his nightI count the colours in his eyesHe'll never fall in love, he swearsas he runs his fingers through his hairI'm laughing 'cause I hope he's wrongAnd I don't think it ever croseed his mind,he tells a joke, I fake a smileBut I know all his favourite songsAnd I can tell you, his favourite colour's greenHe loves to argue, born on the seventeenthHis sister'

Data Mining
It's nearly 4am, I'm tired and sleepy, but I'm forcing myself to stay awake. There's a lot to read, and I won't have time to read later if I go to sleep now.It's cold tonight, courtesy of the incessant rain that's been pouring these past few days. Bundled up in Hafez's hugely oversized sweater, I'm bent over the desk, shifting papers, writing, tapping away at my calculator.Tomorrow is the dreaded Data Mining paper. I have never ever faced a subject that made me feel this stupid. I don't understand a darned thing. Lectures and tutorials never helped me, and the formulas and calculations look like a string of gibberish to me. I'm just not cut out for numbers and calcul