All in a days work.

I shouldn't be writing this, I really shouldn't.

By right, I should be sleepng in bed now, catching as much sleep as I humanly can before the start of the new day.

But since it's not exactly my style to do the right things at the right time, I shall write.

I reached school at 12 noon today and got back home at round 1030pm.

In the 11 hours (almost) that I spent in school, I did a little work on the website update on our club that is due to be posted in 2 days time, checked the progressed of the last poster design that we intend to print and wrote a proposal for the game that freshmen and freshgals coming in the new semester will get to play during the coming CCA week. On top of that, I managed to arrange an impromptu meeting with the SAO lady and convinced her to approve our phamhlet layout which was due to print urgently. After my chief designer went home, I went round the school to recce out places where all our beautiful posters may be placed to greet the returning students

That pretty much sums up a day's work, in school, that is.

Upon reaching home, I had just about enough time to tell my family members who were still awake then how tired I am, then I went for a quick shower and returned to my room.

After I switched on my PC, I turned up the volume on my itunes so that I can pretend I'm at a live concert while I type out the rest of the CCA week proposal and recce report. When I'm done 30 minutes later, I called up my club president to come online and sent him the file. After a brief discussion and minor amendments, I waited for him to thank me for my work, said my share of "haha" and logged off from MSN.

All in a days work, they say.

If you felt bored at any point of time reading what I do in a day, how do you think it feels to live the life everyday for the past 2 months? = )

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Elixer of life, please?

When the BCC 2006 finally draws to a close on the 30th of Sept, I'll either be a stronger man or a dead one.

For the past 2 months working under uncertain conditions and long hours, together with the demands of training for the NDP 2006 has worn me out, finally.

Over the past week, my body has finally shown it's protest.

Over the weekend that has just past, I was so burned out I just lay in bed all day, observing thr white wash paint work of the ceiling.

Also sometime within the past week, I started seeing the signs that my blood pressure isn't quite as normal as they should be. Irregular chest pains throughout the day is something I haven't experienced for a long time, in fact the last time I ever felt anything like it was when my (former) girlfriend broke up with me.

If it ever came to be that I feel blood rushing into my eye balls and temples, threathening to burst them, I think I'll have to see a doctor then. (Don't laugh, it happened to my before...)

A friend once told me that I'm a workaholic and that I will work myself to death one day.

I can only hope that she get's the former right and the latter wrong.