So I've finally survived all presentations and projects for this semester and although I am still breathing, I wonder how much cerebral damage had been done, how my caffeine addiction had escalated no end and how I have aged from all these lack of sleep. It's a gratifying ending but on hindsight, it's really sad that what was meant to be a glorious 15-Academic-Units semester turned out to be anything but. And it's even sadder to reflect upon what had gone wrong, only to realise that the problem lies entirely with me. I have too many expectations to live up to, but they're probably all mine. Being the perfectionist that I am, I took too many things in my own hands and felt I was alone and got upset and morose but that only made things worse. So it all boils down to how I am inadequate as a friend, a teammate or a leader. I guess I have only just started to learn.

On an irrelevant note, I've recently taken to spending the night at a 24-hour MacD, doing Math and observing random people around me in between sipping a large cup of iced lemon tea.