I give up. Tomorrow will be a better day.
It's late, like past 3am late. I've spent most part of the night/ morning trying to piece together a research proposal without much luck. I decided that I'd try doing my semiotics paper instead; but that wasn't fruitful either. So now, after much hesitation, I decided to go back to the research proposal, and guess what? *lem holds back the vulgrities*
I reckon in order to do this proposal properly, you'd need some higher education certificate in statistical modelling and analysis. Not fun at all.
It also doesn't help that I've got about a million and one thoughts permeating this "limited capacity" brain of mine. I can't seem to focus on the problems at hand, I really have to learn to shut everything out, but alas... some things can't be easily ignored; just too damn consuming in nature. Things that are destined to be, will be.... (maybe)... or must I fight for what I want?
The past 10 minutes were spent staring blankly at my LCD screen, playing optical games with myself in my "oh-so-warped" head. The lighting in my room suddenly seems different; unless I unknowingly painted the walls a lighter shade of beige (in the last 2 hours!), I'll take this as a sign that my body needs rest.
Goodnight and Goodluck.