No commotion after ArtsBash this year, thankfully. Cept for the fact that my plan to stay away from alcohol was ruined. Bad bad girl.

So while everyone headed home after dancing, Bel and I cabbed down to T3. Us, infected with the club's music. Us, all dressed in black. Us, tired minds. Us, having Yakun for breakfast. Us, sending Rand off, along with S's heavy heart and tears. T3, L2, not my favourite place. Not after, that time.

Monday didn't start off well. Attributed it to alcohol which have yet to expel from the system, insufficient sleep, depleted ink cartriage and arriving late for lecture. Watching 'Up' in fact lifted my spirits.

All I want to do is listen to songs, look at fashion blogs, random musings of the rest of the world, read all day, imagine a happy happy world instead of doing the necessary readings required for the modules. Sucha chore, school, sucha chore.