I ain't got 70 days

it's not every production night that I'm back by 9. I think it's tiring and drains me out each time, but to hell with that the moment you read your articles in the paper. I have a love-hate relationship with the Chronicle. on one hand I wish we could be more co-operative and efficient, but on the other hand, where I have five fingers, I'm glad to be a part of the team. it's kinda like being a superhero- 35,000 people see your name and know your name, but they don't know how you look like or who you are, save for a selected few. you get to grin to yourself when you see others reading what you wrote, not realising you had something to do with it. I get a slight thrill from that. it's a delicious feeling.

I'm really glad Chinese New Year can grant me a few days of break though. I think I'll stay at home and play boardgames by myself, play with my cat, clean up my room or just start writing again. writing leisurely, instead of being harrassed by date and time. I would really love to see some old friends during the holidays too. I think I'm spending too much time in school with the girls and Rizan. I should be out there catching up with other people and I wonder why I'm not doing so.

oh Valentine's Day came, went and I barely noticed. my boyfriend thinks people who are bitter on that day want flowers the most. I think he can be such a guy sometimes (read: aloof, oblivious) til I feel like buying some roses for myself so I can club his head with them. yesterday ended well, with us having dinner at Jurong Point and then he sent me back to my hall where I twitched in my sleep. oh my God, don't ask.