I don't know if I'm in over my head here, but I seem to have signed up for more than I can handle. Think, joining three different clubs/societies at once. It's like I'm overcompensating for doing nothing in the past few semesters. Not to mention, I'm taking the absolute max number of modules that people in my school ever take. (Six is the true maximum, but nobody ever does that because it's sheer madness.) I'm taking five by the way. To top it all off, there are external activities aside from school. The infamous Part Time Job.

Sometimes I truly wonder what I'm trying to achieve.

Talk about bad timing (or bad planning). I resumed work this semester, which happened to be the only one (aside from last Fall) where I took five modules. I remember thinking then, that never again would I subject myself to the situation where the couch became my bed. Or let's say, falling asleep in front of the laptop while typing reports. With my hand still sprawled over the keyboard, no less. Or, downing three cups of coffee after staying up to make up for the time that work took away from studying.

Oh yes, it's happening all over again. But this time, the icing on the cake goes to...... the clubs. Club activities haven't started and the prospects of it are already killing me. Badly.

Hmm let's see, a meeting every fortnight? And that's just the tangible aspect. By the way, I am in the committee, but I decided on a role that didn't require much commitment. Which is extremely ironic, since we're all subjected and expected to turn up for the meetings anyway. Failure to do so will result in expulsion from the club. I know, tell me about it.

And school itself! My professor has been popping essays and expecting them by the next lesson. I absolutely hate it because it ruins my plan for the week. This is notwithstanding the fact that, there has to be a certain standard to the paper EVEN THOUGH he doesn't expect it (thus explaining the short time given). It's all thanks to the need for Singaporean students to excel brilliantly in everything they do, as long as it contributes to a grade. Instead of just meeting his expectations, nooooo they have to go way beyond it before they are a wee bit satisfied. At times like these, I really wish that I don't live here. I mean, even the guy said so himself that he wasn't expecting so much effort. Yeah but that has probably changed now.

-mumbles-

And the job? All I can say is, it's hard to say no to money. As much as a big part of me wants to stop, I just can't help by hanker after the pay. Potential travelling funds $_$ Must. Work. Sigh, I am money's slave, chained and binded by its every whim.

Tell me, is it time to live as a penniless, but free vagrant?

After a long hiatus, I finally got called back for work.