Just fucking get over it already. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me sometimes. I get so annoyed by myself, it's such a horrible feeling.

Before I begin my mass-photoshopping duties.

You're so cute when you're such a kid.

And you bleed just to know you're alive.

Today was a rather.. oxymoron day.

I don't exactly know how to describe it all into a blog post.

It's 11.10pm now and I should be doing up my presentation slides for tomorrow's submission. Damn you, module-I've-to-retake. Instead, I'm feeling really tired and unmotivated. So, I'm going to take a nap now and wake up at 12 or 1 later and finish everything up.

Chao.

Had a sudden contemplation of selling my DSLRs. Though the D40 has been with Sad for awhile now.

I just feel like giving up digital photography, and going film full time.

But what good can my film photos be and will they even sell? At most, I believe they'll just be circulated around the Internet, and not earn a single cent for me.

Of course I think about profit. I think about it all the time. Yeah, I want an honest living once I start out on my own. But how much can I go on, if I don't even earn a single cent from what I do.

Earlier today, I went to watch Mike Posner live, together with Asy. Didn't really know what was to come but it was alright. Took photos for Popspoken and I felt like I was doing something again. I'm not getting paid but I felt like my photos could sell for something. Could sell for recognition?

Maybe.

I don't really know.

Sometimes, I just want to throw everything and buy a cheap camera to get me by. Some small and handy so I can just bring it around and whip it out anytime I want to snap.

Chao.

Not supposed to be feeling like this right now.

Happy thoughts, Zakk.

Happy thoughts.

On another note, the past week has been a menacing one. Truth be told, I've had worse so this really is nothing. Saying that though, leaves me wondering what's to become of me during the final submission week.

Academics aside, I've been officially up for 63 hours.

60 fucking 3.

Okay yeah, inclusive of the times I napped in the bus.

Bed, I'm ready for you.

And I know I don't really mention much about it, but here goes.

I love my boyfriend.

Chao.