(I’m here with a slightly brighter screen, a slightly better keyboard with a slightly better mouse and a slightly worse Internet connection. But hey, university stuff, so I leave the complaints under the pile of books and coasters and know that one day they go down the incinerator).

What brought me here is a class that wasn’t quite a class which ended an hour early, and now that I have an extra hour to spend I thought, why not? Let’s blog, now that I’m having quite the cheerful day.

There is much reason for today to be a cheerful one; one reason being an excellent movie with excellent people who make excellent and immensely funny things out of all that is random; and that movie is Ratatouille, the people being Kelvin and Pauline, and the immensely funny things are not quite properly justified if I were to type it down, so in the memory it stays, and I’ll imagine myself chuckling to it from time to time.

Another reason is the somewhat irony of my Interpersonal Relations assignment marks, which I just received shy half an hour ago, earning itself 72.5% despite being rushed, pathetically thrown together and hurriedly planned in just under 6 hours. Solo work, by the way, while other teams have 7-8 people at the most. Not that I’m proud of it, but it’s quite an unexpected score. That’s not all that’s best, but the best now is also mingled with guilt and several bad decisions, and I think it best that I forget it.

And I think the elation is making me hungry, or perhaps I’m just particularly more voracious this evening, which is something that happens 4 days out of the 7 per week.

Ah, but there’s still work to be done tonight, and I’m set to forsake sleep a little bit.

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I was awake this morning long before my alarm, and it’s odd to be amidst the morning air (not to be confused with early morning and immensely early morning, where the sun don’t shine and I’m as sleepy as hell) and the chirrups and the mother preparing for work when I’ve slept at 2 a.m. after a very interesting group conversation online and Higurashi Kai ep7. I had ample time to cook some noodles, watch some anime and hog the bathroom from a sleepy and deranged brother. I caught the train I wanted, got a seat opposite a man with really long legs and watched as teenagers flock in and out of the carriages in their multitude of colours and fashion disasters (which is sweeping across the nation like they were fashion miracles, and in no time a fashion norm, and I will kick myself in the shins then).

Met Kelv at Sentral, bought the movie tickets and chilled at Kinokuniya a bit until Pauline came. Then watch movie. Given a different sort of screening I’d give a standing ovation, but when I applauded a bit and no one did, I knew better (haha). A note to all, though; try not to watch the movie feeling hungry, because you might come out starved and somewhat tormented.

Lunch was a slightly undercooked roast chicken at Cold Storage, with a cold pizza as a side dish. But all in good jolliness, and all in good price.

What’s left now is a tutorial until 6.30 p.m., and I have a dinner with cousin Ivan to look forward to.

Ah…

Merry Good-day, people.