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Holidays coming to an end, for now

Gosh, I totally lost track of days. It's Thursday and I'm still thinking it's the earlier part of the week. It's 18th February and I'm still thinking it's the earlier bit of February! This is nuts. Probably because I've been playing more than studying. And perhaps I'm avoiding the two-one subconciously.

Anyway gathering at Alvin's was a blast. I'm really glad that I've made really awesome friends from french classes. I reckon we can probably just have a meet-up just because without any specific expectations or agenda, and we can make the most out of it, mostly by laughing and talking. We did those exactly on Tuesday. Heaps of fun. And then myself, nuurun, nicholas, amey, alvin & wangjue headed to Simpang Bedok and then Arab Street just to chill (again, I know) and we had crazy fun. We played Indian Poker (AMEY hasn't heard of the game before, ironic!) and then charades. Charades was the best because Amey finds it SO hard to do actions without talking and each time he did some actions he had to put twice as much effort to keep his lips sealed (damn epic please), nuurun and I laughed SO HARD instead of guessing. And then we played Truth or Dare and Nicholas was dared to scream "I am horny!" to someone below (we were on the 2nd floor), and he really DID IT. Again, we laughed like no one's business. Apparently the waiter heard someone screamed and had to check on us. We toured to KAP after that for some supper and then headed home. Thank you Alvin again for the amazing gathering at your crib! Your mother is so lovely :)

Anyhow, I was so guilty-driven for not being so productive! I hate recess week and I wish it's prolonged or something. But thank god that apart from french tests next week, my 2 term papers will be on 3rd March.

Went to Singapore River for SSA heritage trail project today. Went alright, got to see Eva after what felt like a long time. Maybe it's just me since I really lost track of time. And the best part of today was that we both did productive studying woohoo. Now I'm in the mood to mug. I think psychology really makes a lot of sense too and I don't find it a chore to read some of the texts (note the word "some"). I guess anything to do with readings can be a bore and routine in the long run nonetheless zzzzz.

P.S: I borrowed this book called "Killing Freud" and whoever who's intrigued with Freudian theories should have a look. Although his works are criticized I guess at the same time they are not all wrong either.

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