Semester Awards should've been held later.

Exactly what is said on the title.

My worst moment in my entire college life has just surfaced.

Writing a 30-minute radio script.

It's not just a '30-minute' radio script.

It's a gruesome, horrible, strenuous, tiresome and all the other ill sufferring words in the dictionary writing process for the '30-minute' radio script.

I'd probably have a higher chance of winning in the Semester Awards.

Two days spent writing this frickin' script and still not finished. A few more talk sets to goooooo.... A few more...

I'm frustrated and restless. I'm tired and irritated. By them. By it. By the noodles compacted in the cavity located above my neck.

What's making this hard as well is the fact that I always put a lot of info into the things I write or speak. Too detailed. That's when you guys probably feel that I'm rambling about a topic.

"Everyone must know everything about it in order to understand what the hell I'm saying."

"This should be included so they'll understand."

"If I don't mention this piece of information, will they get it? Aiyah, I don't think they'll be THAT stupid kua... Never mind lar, play safe. Include."

*ROOOooooaaaaaarrrrr*

Stress.

But I noticed that I actually write a bit better when I'm stressed. For blog entries anyway. More ideas for words.

I'm thankful for that. Gives me something to be proud of. Haha...