Journal no. 3

this notice was pasted around the Arts building today.
and it's not even Valentine's day!
yes, i took the picture in the toilet.


yesterday i wrote about being glad to not encounter to Mr Master since ...whatever day it was.
and lo and behold, i met him today...  >. > fuq.

i was walking to uni and he caught up from behind.
there was no creepy smile, didn't ask where i was "hiding" myself (i hate that phrase), didn't refer to the event.
it was a "how are you? you've been busy. i'm going to school too. where is our class? mine is there."
i quickly walked away, saying i was going to be late.
then he yelled, "run!"
i want to punch him in the face.


on a happier note:
# 1 hour 17 mins of Dylan Moran :) a recording of his stand-up comedy show "What It Is", live from Sydney in 2009.
have to thank the people who chose to broadcast "Black Books" on Singapore TV in the past, because it introduced me to his Irish humour.

# the uni admin sorted out the mess about my tuition fees. phew. /relieved

# and i have a vague semblance of a general topic. i need to talk to the lecturers and get their advice.