Days 19-24: Just one more week now...

Well this week seemed to be a record low for me... in terms of my outfits. Since it was cold, all I wore were the chinos, the shirt I woke up with, and a coat. It's either wet or windy... Gah...

Well, I'm done with my linguistics course~ Sort of... I finished my final paper and the final group presentation's looking good. Ironically, this makes me even more reluctant to finish the 40 pages I have left for my other courses... 20 by this Friday, and the remaining 20 by the following Wednesday.

This is enough to make a middle-aged lumberjack to cry tears that can flood the entire nation...

...

I... don't see how that could ever possibly relate to my own misery.

Day 18: I sound different...

I thought I'd never need to wear wool again for a season or two... Well, I've been proven wrong:

Hang on... what's that behind me...?

Ahh. That... made me ill. I'm now plagued with the flu and a bad cough. This should not be happening to me when it's a fortnight away from the end of semester....

Days... 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17: I told you I would be gone for a while...

Day 12:

Meh... Just a regular Tuesday...

Day 13:

Well... I was lazy to put on anything really. I almost ran out in my PJs, but I decided to put on the chinos in the end... with a belt... and the cardigan. Though, I did spend quite some time deciding flip flops or shoes. Part of the motivation also stemmed from the fact that I had been invited to do a reading of my published story, so I guess I had to make some sort of an "appearance."

Here's proof:

Spot the odd one out. 8) It shouldn't be that difficult.

Day 14:

Class was cancelled. So I practically lounged in my room all day with messy hair and... well, messy hair.

Day 15:

Damp. Just... Eurgh... Misery misery misery. I swore not to wear anything made of wool the day the sun came up and I was forced to put on a thicker jacket just because it was so cold. Dang it. I forgot to take a picture, though... My apologies. Other than that, it was just the chinos and my my slumber (to those who understand... "selamba") shirt.

Days 16 & 17:

Weekend. Need I say more?

I guess I'm beginning to see my relationship with this blog as a relationship "relationship"--the longer the separation, the more excited I am "meet" it again. What can I say about the past week? Just more literature that fucks with my mind. Oh and final projects too. I've got my coffee by my side so I'm well equipped. I'm adamant on finishing my linguistics narrative tonight, so we'll see where that goes~

I'm feelin' PRODUCTIVE.

Days... 8, 9, 10 & 11: Wow...

Day 8:

Day 10:

Day 11:

For Friday and Sunday, I had to put on formalwear because of two honors convocations I attended. Otherwise, I literally exeunt my room in PJs... In my defense, I only had one class on Friday (my linguistics course had been cancelled) and, well, it was a Sunday.

Now aside from the final projects I have, I need to do my laundry. It's been put off since Friday and I'm about to run out of my... ahem. Not good. While I'll be doing this, my barley will be boiling and I can't somehow tilt the lid in a satisfactory angle--I want it to boil but I don't want it to spill over the cooker. Well... this is what I get for using a rice cooker with only two preset options--"Warm" or "Cook."

I find the structure of my sentences primal... somehow.

Oh, in addition, there's a high chance that I might be on hiatus for about a fortnight or so. The pictures will be up, no less, though that's gonna be it until the end of April. Two weeks is one heck of a short period to finish 40~50 pages...

Day 7: Wet wet wet

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Splish. Splash. Splish.

Sigh...

I didn't even bother to change since it's so...

Day 6: I almost missed today's as well...

I forgot to take today's photo too! Gah... But it wasn't very different from yesterday's outfit. I wore the shorts again with the striped shirt. The other striped shirt. Otherwise, nothing much going on 'cept for my sudden addiction to my PSP. Which is uncanny in my opinion since just the week before, I was ready to bash it to the ground due to frustration. Oh well.

Day 5: I know I missed...

And then it got too warm for the cardigan...