I really hate this. But I think I have to do this. And I'm already very hard-pressed for time. So I have to keep on doing this.

And this is just Uni work that I'm talking about.

So let's do this.

Oh, dear God Almighty. Give me strength. Haiz... Perseverance is the word.

Time to persevere and get off my blog and Facebook.

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This has been part of my reflections for my school work.

" It doesn't make sense to want that kind of rigid routine, but I've come to think that routine makes one better at doing something - just like, practice makes perfect.

It's like how I've written essays for three years, and I know now how not to be depressed when the time comes for sitting at my desk for three whole days in order to write an essay of decent quality. I've learnt that this is the amount of time I need to write something I will not be embarrassed with, and can in fact be happy with for possibly having added something to my ability to think."

"I've learnt to appreciate the act of writing, especially where I'm not forced to race with time in an exam setting. That has never worked out well for me in the past (taking Cambridge 'O' and 'A' level exams), and never will. If I have to sit down and finish writing something, I can do that in my own kitchen (without the distraction of my bed) very well, instead of suffocating in some dull hall with rows of other students making different degrees of the sound of pens scratching paper."

Three years... I've gotten used to this writing of essays, and this Uni life. Since second year, I've been rather fine with it. So, what's next?

If only, there were more time... More time to feel a bond for a place... But on the other hand, it could happen that the more time one gets to know the environment, the more nothing seems interesting... A constantly interesting environment is not easy to find. But I'll go back to where I feel at home.