I'm tired, really. I've never felt this burnt out in life. The travelling, the glass prison, the trip back, the mad rush for public transport, the constant staring at text and equations. It's taking its toll. I'm having insane headaches every night, and to cramp information through that pain barrier takes more effort than anything else.

Pictionary with Bryan, Pris, Darryl and Daf at night was a welcome relief. A glorious way to end the week and just await the weekend. Drawing egg-like flowers and suns for me, while the rest have to simply scribble stuff and we solve the words. Haha, it was really fun and I actually want to play it again some time soon. Heh. Supper at Simpang, followed by Daf's lift back. I just feel bad everytime someone from the choir gives me a lift home from the East Coast. I just can't help but feel that I'm just giving them the extra hassle to drive 10km just to send me home, and then make the 10km journey back to their homes again. It pretty much leaves me feeling sucky right after I get out of the car. Garh, I think if I don't manage to get the car next time I should just stay at home.