Every inch of me is covered in a stench called "STRESS". An alarming amount of projects with deadlines all cluttered within a span of 3 weeks. And it seems like almost everybody in Mass Comm is so caught up in the newspaper, that they're forgetting that we've got a web assignment which's due on the 4th of August which weights 40%. The newspaper's worth 30%. -_-' (in all attempt to thwart the use of this dash-and-underscore emotion, I still think this's how best I can convey what I feel)

Make no mistake, I do think the newspaper project is equally important, but I honestly feel that the web assignment garners just as much attention, if not more, as the deadline draws closer. It's due a week earlier than the newspaper yet barely any groups've at least finished the web template or even the content research, or so I've heard, and can vouch for, seeing that I'm in a similar position.

Don't say.. creative journal due when? 28 July. How many pages filled? 7. How many more to go? 43! Fuck. Thank u, procrastination. U were my best friend.

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In all light-heartedness. After a session at NLB, a couple of us headed to Arab St for sheesha.

Oh, very random information, just incase anyone's interested to know. I didn't get thru to the finals for Ms Reef. I know I mentioned that I didn't, no, don't wanna b shortlisted, and I probably knew why. Cos I didn't smile much at all, didn't pose, didn't bother to look at the judges, and really didn't give a cock-tail about looking stunning and sweeping ppl off their feet. Try not having had sleep the night before. But, I was a hint discouraged.. Nevertheless, back to the night.