Its been quite a restful weekend where I totally laid off books. It just felt so good to let down my hair for a while. But I havent gotten enough of it yet, but its time to start studying. Actually, not even studying, but more like endless projects and homeworks to be completed.

I have been drving around quite abit, since mum went to bangkok and HP gave me permission to drive. Its really fun to zip around in a red car. I've to admit I am a little reckless at times, but no way am I going to let people call me 'ka-you'.

Today was officially back to work day and I had an interview with someone for my media writing assignment and that person was none other than my executive editor at The Campus Observer. I felt so nervous before that, afraid that my questions were not competent enough and all that. I found scribbling quite a chore, especially since my handwriting is so bad and I tend to scribble all over the place. Also, I realize that sometimes I can't write fast enough before forgetting what he said and I didnt really want to interrupt him. Oh well, I learn. The interview was at Munchie Monkey. He bought me a mango smoothe(though I think I was supposed to buy him) and he did an amazing job of talking and eating at the same time.

After the interview, I drove off to meet Stephen for a project discussion and we went to the Macs at West Coast. It was my first time there and I rather like the secluded-ness of the place. Plus parking was free, which is a big bonus. The project discussion seemed to go on and on, I just felt so brain dead. Guess both of us felt quite stressed and somewhat clueless. We ended around 5 plus, and stole some time for a walk around the place before I had to rush home.
After dinner with HP at Ichiban Boshi at great world, his bleak mood must have influenced me. We ate very little, which left me craving for something sweet. Thus I made a cup of super thick milo and steamed egg custard which was one of my best attempt ever. It came out trembly and eveyr mouthful was smooth and soft. It so difficult to make a good custard as the amount of water must be just right, as well as the time for steaming it.

And soon I have to go pick mum up at the airport before I start on my work. Its never ending..sigh. And I know that from now till the exams, it would be an escalation of work and stress. I am just so dreading it..Why did the weekend past so quicly??