DESPERATE

This shows how desperate I am. Lack of an electronic organizer, the Vista Desktop is being utilized as one! And 4 separate notes for each individual weeks. Woot!


This week is horrendous. Come to think of it, every single week is. For this week, there are:
2 presentations,
2 assignments due,
hosting a CIP talk (ushering!),
and 1 practicum briefing to attend.
Next week is slightly better; but not much - 3 assignments due!

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Recently, I came across this article. Because of busy-ness, I just skimped through it briefly. Apparently, keeping late nights increases the risks of breast cancer. This is because during nighttime, the body produces dunno-dunno-dunno-what hormones which help to keep the level of estrogen in check. Hence, by keeping awake in the wee hours by using artificial lighting when the body is supposed to be SLEEPING, the level of the dunno-dunno-dunno-what hormone in such women becomes abnormally low; thus exposing them to higher levels of estrogen which, in turn, puts them at higher risks of getting breast cancer.

Shocking, eh? It's common sense that keeping late nights is harmful for health. But seeing it being backed up by logic and scientific evidences, it's a totally new level. I've always thought that it's already very commendable that I make an effort to sleep at least 5hours per day. The latest I allow myself to stay up to is only 2am; and it's only at a frequency of once in a while. At 2am, like Cinderella when midnight strikes, I log off and tuck myself to bed obediently. True, at 2am, I might not get the targeted 5hours of sleep. But at least, there are 4hours.

But now? Maybe it's not just the duration of sleep that's important; but - more importantly - the timing of sleep as well.

Conclusion? Wake up when you're supposed to wake up. Sleep when you're supposed to be sleeping.

My new resolution? Try to sleep by 12am from today onwards! Now you know when NOT to sms or call me unless no choice. I'm a light sleeper. One SMS is enough to rouse me. My mood won't be pretty.

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I'm a glutton lately! Food is always on my mind! It's crazy! The hypothesis is this. Either that, or perhaps being busy has a strange, starvation effect on the tummy.

Anyway, last night, I was doing assignment until near 2am. AND! In the midst of it, at around 12am, I felt pecky. Images of food keep floating into my mind mischievously. No, it's not hunger at work; but rather, it's more of the simple urge to EAT. I was ravenous!

So, I was just chatting to a friend online, whining saying that I want to eat; but it's not plausible as I'm doing assignments. Perhaps, I concluded, I'll cook Maggi later. Grousing done, with that, I turned my attention back to completing the assignment.

The next thing I know, half an hour later, a deliveryman was knocking on the door. MACDONALDS! Ohmygosh! It was so unexpected. I was so surprised. The younger brother even nearly turned the deliveryman away. Gahgahgah! Yes, thanks for the meal!



FOOD! GIMME FOOD!