when i say jump you say how high, when i say epi you say cure

i've been trying to write something for my project for the whole day but i cannot even churn out 400 words it seems.

i seriously need some discipline over here. i would try to type, and then get annoyed by my lack of vocabulary and start to surf other random, useless, irrelevant sites.

i wish my english was still with me. i find myself deteriorating everytime i'm in need of it. even simple sentence structure has become a problem. yikes.

an unexpected msg from tyl has made me hopeful about saturday though. just hope it's the real deal. after all it's only monday, plans always change throughout the week. the past week was pretty boring. late nights to do a dumb proposal which im not confident about, chalked up 3 days of work in a row. oh and my favourite baker is leaving!!! =( through the months the kitchen has undergone a typhoon and the people in the kitchen now are all, unfamilar faces and much much less friendly. it's so weird. the atmosphere's completely changed. apparently for an outsider like me, baking does seem to be carefree and a little dreamy and awesome. but as with anything, once you turn a hobby into a job or obligation, i guess the passion wears off? you're doing it somehow not because you enjoy it anymore, but more of an obligation to fulfill the tasks. like studying.

i should really get back to my 400 words.