The incompetency that Taylor's University College Blackboard7 has is infuriating on many levels. The mobility needed for traveling sees to that, no notes brought on board, completely relying on the online portal which contains relevant lecture materials. However, upon trial yesterday night, both Taylor's Portal and Blackboard were inaccessible for six hours. Six long hours I waited, with constant clicking on the mouse to refresh both pages. This disability which both websites share caused much distress, especially with an examination period coming up.

This late afternoon, I tried accessing to Taylor's Portal and I was delighted that it worked and led to a working Blackboard7 as well. However, I am absolutely furious at the recurring factor that, as listed in Blackboard7, I am not registered for any of the subjects I've taken this semester. This has happened countless times, and this is the only time I'm bringing this up because of the urgency of accessibility to my lecture materials.

I really hope the system would be looked into and reviewed to avoid disappointment and distress caused to their students. Thank you very much.

Our 9th was Kenny Rogers and 17 Again. I wouldn't trade it for the world :)










How do you know a risk is worth taking? The eligibility comes with an ultimatum, and one I'm possibly incapable of deciding. Present me a time machine to aid the making of my decision. The capability is felt. However, the presence of doubt kills every possible alternative. I need to look at some clear skies, and listen to some silence.

3 o'clock, all 3+1 up doing video assignment due in 6 hours.

it has been a day filled with "OH MY GOD!(s)", "SHIT!(s)" and "FUCK THIS LAH!(s)".

countless videos gone and reappearing, unsaved progresses and video fuck ups.

accompanying us is tv2's blackforest and tiramisu hahah.

for the past few weeks, we've been pretty busy rushing for deadlines. staying up with cans of coke and instant noodles. not to mention, bejeweled and poker. ok lah, i'm needed for video editing. this post ends with a picture of my doped boyfriend and i. bye all

sudden

I get a little tired of repetitive antics, especially ones I'm not exactly fond of. I learnt my first song on the guitar last week! Although there are chords I can't play right, and strings plucked don't always sound good, but it's a first. I spent last night with friends, and it was all too good. Genuine conversations and teasing were all found. Honestly, I don't dread written assignments because without them, little keeps me motivated. I enjoy the thrill of writing, and keeping a deadline, although procrastination often backfires on the excitement of it all. However, when there are days when completion is earlier than the due date, it feels so damn good. I dreamt I had a greyish silver Fairlady. The wonders of dreams. Syaz just lost 40k on poker, it doesn't hurt anymore, contrary to one month ago when 1k felt like 1mil. Now I'm all about Bouncing Balls and Bejeweled! Almost none of my sentences are coherent. I need to use my Topshop discount by the 30th; I'm thinking shorts, but my closet is crying tops, and Syaz is feeling the entire shop. I like the idea of starting over, being comfortable, clean, and happy. If only it could happen at a snap of a finger, without financial hassles and other issues pertaining to it. I hate having to lie, but circumstances requires me to do so. I am taken for granted, and this always happens. I need to be a tortoise. I love how Syaz tells me off sometimes, and the ways he succumbs to my weird obnoxious demands. Lazy wanna take taxi, dinx, and super obnoxious toddler talk haha. Connection is foundwith a few, lost with some, sustained with numbered ones. It feels nice to be out of the obligatory group, absorbing new contents of conversation, different speech styles, and mountains of laughter. I dwell in the most ridiculous unhappiness.

I'm on the fence between two extremeties.