ok somehow i morphed into the world's most disorganized person.
i know there's 1001 thing to do-(nope not mugging but miscellaneous stuff). But i am not doing them. There's 10001 little little things to do, from planning or reading up on my trip, to applying for this and that, packing, going out, buying stuff, (trying on e graduation gown) <--must put if not i will forget. etc etc etc etc. So i am free but busy in a way. busy thinking about what i have to do and not doing them.
stuff i did over the past few days. let's see. basically meeting up with people i want to.shopping. eat.sleep.get fat. oh ya, wii is fun! i should ask poei to get one. Anyhow had a pretty nice talk with a friend over dinner yesterday.. it left me with some revelations and thoughts abt stuff and myself. but let's not dwell into that. After that, helped him move out of Raffles Hall (thereby setting foot in raffles hall for the 1st and possibly the last time in NUS). I know. Me being a mover doesn't sound very believable. But watching people move sorta reminded me of how i moved out of Buchanan Hall. Basically, i had one day to pack everything into 2 suitcases and it was done in such a horrible rush that i didnt even had the time to feel sad. And then everything sunk it when i had the time to sit down and think abt it.Not too good a feeling i would say.

Ok. Gotta go out Again. Sigh.