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Friday, October 28, 2005

living conditions

firstly, on my pastor: guess my mom was right...or not. from suspected heart infection, it now moves to suspected kidney infection. guess i spoke too soon. so the docs haven't really nailed it on the head yet. we'll keep praying.

secondly, on me: okay. so maybe this is a bit insane being up at this time, writing, when it's less than what, 5 days, to the return of school? but i figured i'm already up, so a little while longer wouldn't make much difference. or would it? forget my forfeiture (right now i'm just...trying right now to take every thought captive to christ), i'm in a bad state to return to the final sem, so to speak.

i'd meant to use up this last week of hols better. well get things finished up at least. but er...it's already the middle of the week and i'm not done yet. three resolutions essentially:

1. figure out how on earth to maximise storage space in my room and keep all the junk i leave lying around
it's a tough feat ever since my mom bought new shelves about a year ago which were much smaller than the previous ones. until now i haven't fully 'unpacked' all my stuff yet.
2. adjust my sleeping time to fit the school schedule
i confess. ever since the start of hols i've been hitting the sack much later and waking up even later. usually what keeps me up until the wee hours of the morning is my quiet time -- i've gotten so accustomed to doing it late nights when the house is quiet that i've not been able to get myself to do it earlier; somehow i just can't settle myself into it. and ever since this stupid construction racket started outside my room, my sleep cycle gets rudely interrupted every day -- at around 8 or 9 something i wake up to what sounds like the whole roof is about to collapse on me and it's my cue to escape to my brother's room and sleep there -- and it affects my ability to wake up by (latest) 1pm. these days i'm practically struggling to wake up, for goodness sake.

3. finish reading up a few unfinished book readings
these are half-baked projects i left unaccomplished over the holidays. lazy, lazy me. i used to be such a bookworm; back then books were like computer games to me. but ever since i started poly, where they finally allow you to bring anything other than books to school, i kinda got engaged with other erm, technological gadgets. and then the hols came and i er, felt the calling to read...and then now i'm....forgetting even the books themselves, 'cos they're out of sight since i've been trying to rearrange my stuff and all.

so yeah. haven't figured out how to solve it yet. tried to draft some kind of contingency plan this afternoon when i was out, but it didn't pull through. hopefully, some wisdom (and discipline) from above might put me back on track.