The week of death and all things bad.

90% to stress and insanity. Well, this is what you get for being at the bottom end of a mad university.

Last semester, I was at Zouk 2 days before a paper. This semester, I was at Esplanade enjoying symphonies from SSO. 2 days before my psych paper as well. Plus, Boris Giltburg was a magician on the piano. It's been a while since I last attended a concert and I thoroughly enjoyed myself last night amidst strings of notes and spirals of tunes.

Gais am I becoming classier? ^^

Birdy delivered coffee and chocolate tart this morning so I can study with tad more joy. Feeling supdupz loved.