Stuffed.

Nothing's going on in my life recently except for the fact that I've got a 2000 word essay on trafficking of women and its relationship with the tourism industry in Thailand, due MONDAY. I did something like that last semester for a different subject so this time I should supposedly write it a little bit faster. They key word here is supposedly.

There the whole cycle goes - it was DOK's birthday yesterday and tonight, instead of working on my assignment I am giving him a Teppanyaki treat (I hope the chef this time is a nihonjin though). And as if tonight's procrastination wasn't bad enough ...

After repeatedly (repeatedly as in THREE times) declining to join the gang for dinner last night, they still called at 10pm asking if I wanted to go watch Collateral. I swear they were doing it on purpose because they very well knew that being the movie buff that I am, I wouldn't be able to resist the temptation of a movie and Tom Cruise. So I went ... only to reach home close to 2 am, unable to start on my work.

Just how screwed up can I get? With 9 marks already down the drain?

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On the tram journey home I sat back-to-back with an Indian father carrying a month-old baby (seemingly so) and throughout the journey from Bourke Street to the Arts Centre (which isn't a very long time if you think about it) but, that annoying little twerp was screaming and bawling at the top of its little lungs. The poor father was trying so desperately to shut the baby up because it was attracting so much attention from everyone. I looked behind me and rolled my eyes - "idiotic brat", I thought to myself.

At that moment I had half a mind to stick a knife into its chest wring its neck till its last breath offer to get some milk because it looked hungry.

Kids - The epitome of the Devil's Advocate.

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Sigh. Giving myself the cold turkey for a few days ... maybe four or five. Until you come back home and decide that you still remember my existence.

I'll never forget the way you look tonight.

Chris DeBurgh - Lady in Red.