For we must all learn to howl.

1) Attempt to download software for work. Spend an hour searching for the correct version to use. 2) Start download. Pause download and engage in massive laptop cleanup because apparently there isn't enough disk space. 3) Resume download. Wait an hour and a half. 4) Attempt to extract software. Wait another 45 minutes.  5) Begin software installation. Close Google Chrome because the finished installation requires it.  6) Repeatedly click "continue" to finish installation only to be told to close Google Chrome because the stupid software can't detect that it's already closed. 7) Cancel installation. Scream in frustration.  8) Restart installation. Wait another 2 hours.  9) Cry. Update: 10) Open installed software eager to begin work at last. 11) Realise that software doesn't support shared file, which uses a more updated version. 12) Cry some more.

There are literally about one and a half days left till the first of January, 2014. I dunno what I'm hoping to see in the next year. One half of me's hoping for good change, new beginnings and all that, maybe something nice to finally happen. Another half's whispering that well, it's just going to be another dreary grey year, with disappointments galore because that's all I'm ever good for. Whatever happens, I think it'll be good to move on from this year. 2013's been pretty okay I guess -  I've met new people, made new friends. Had new experiences (my internship was certainly an eye-opening experience) and done more than I'd ever hoped to do. (Then again, that could also be because I'm very easily disappointed in myself) I've seen things about people I considered friends that really made me wonder about things. I've gotten into sticky situations, and come out of them somewhat-but-not-quite worse for t...

It's a sudden thought, but it just hit me how frightened I am that I have become the person 10-year-old me never expected to be. What if I've become the kind of person my 10-year-old self would hate? I'm a truly despicable person, aren't I...

What I should be doing: PBL APEL Work Assignments Studying What I could be doing: Sleeping What I am  doing: Tumblr Pixiv

(So I got increasingly frustrated while using Photoshop today and ended up saying quite a few choice words which I immediately regretted. In fact, I regretted my actions enough to write an apology letter to Photoshop.) Dear Photoshop, I'm sorry I yelled at you today - it's just that I was so frustrated with how you weren't cooperating with me at all today. I thought we'd reached an understanding that even though I'm terrible at talking to you, you'd be patient with me and teach me how best to understand you. I'm also sorry that I made you jealous by spending more time with InDesign today. I know you and her aren't exactly on the best of terms, but she told me that maybe you needed some time alone. Also, please know that calling you a "fucking bitch-ass slut" was completely my fault, because I was so frustrated while working today. I love you.  FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING FUCK Me

Date: 27/12/13 Current Time: 11:15am In the plane now. Destination: home. It's weird to know that I'm heading back to face reality - assignments and StopPress and school. It's a 5-hour flight, which is good for me because I like the quiet time. It's interesting to think that we're all suspended in the air and if anything happens we either freefall out of the sky or die in a pressurised airplane. The mountain ranges we see from the plane are breathtaking. Not as beautiful as when we were flying to Shenyang, but beautiful all the same. Confession time: I don't like people very much (Too much drama, too much judging, too much talking and not enough listening. Even the stuff people talk about bore me - I'd much rather discuss topics such as the meaning of life or the significance of humans in the universe or the different kinds of mythical creatures or something), but I love natural landscapes. Hell, I love nature, period. I'll gladly spend a whole day t...

Date: 27/12/13 Current Time: 11:35pm We're leaving shanghai first thing tomorrow - the flight is at 10am according to mum. We've already finished packing everything and I'm dead tired - my body is aching because it's still not too used to the cold weather (you can tell that my body really seems to miss the warm weather back home) and I'm pretty dead in terms of mentality right now.  I should have a lot to say about leaving because well, we're leaving tomorrow. The thing is... I don't have a lot to say. I'm both looking forward to and dreading going home because going home means safety. Going home means sleeping in my bed and being in my room and an environment I know best. Going home means seeing my friends again, people I know. Going home means familiarity. And yet going home also means facing assignments, looking deadlines. Going home means facing the same problems I went overseas with the intention of forgetting. Going home means an end to the anonymi...