School started this week, and my timetable is pretty much confirmed now. Though I am quite unhappy that it's a 5-day week, I really shouldn't complain as all the modules I've got are quite decent. And it'll be better in the long run since I can clear more credits.

Sigh...it's now time to bury myself in the cut and thrust of university life, occasionally surfacing for breathers in the form of entertainment and loved ones.

Attended the first lecture for Bilingualism today. It was really interesting...I found myself looking forward to the next lecture. I hope every lecture is as interesting. Although I didn't really like the lecturer at first sight, but she really exudes passion for her topic and knows how to get her students excited about this module. She talked about the death of languages today. When a language dies, it's not only the language that goes...it's the entire way of life. It reminded me of Oskar's grandfather in the book "Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close"...I realised that the tearjerking thing about this character, how his grief affected him so much that he convinced himself that he couldn't talk and had to resort to writing everything he wanted to say to everyone, is probably similar to what happens when a language dies.

Hmm. Sounds so chim right...I sound like Cheryl. Haha. Always sharing with her readers about what she learnt in lectures. Or used to, anyway. You should be so glad that I'm always quoting you in my blog. ;p

Me and Wen Fang discovered that we have a bit of trouble sleeping now that we've moved back to the hostel after a month. And ever since a few weeks before the holidays ended, I find myself not wanting to sleep every night. I would have these urges to stay up the whole night doing what I want. Then I would stay up till past 1 or 2 and feel guilty for abusing my body this way. I wonder why I suddenly started behaving like this...maybe it's because I'm starting to fear and hate the lull between going to bed and falling asleep. Though it's not that long actually, shorter than some of my friends, less than an hour most of the time. But I just don't like it. I never used to have trouble falling asleep this often.

I once read that the average time a person takes to fall asleep is seven minutes. I wonder if that's really true for most of the population. I mean, I have quite a few friends who certainly do not exhibit this pattern of behavior.

Ah well. I shall try harder to sleep before 1 from now on. There's always the prospect of tomorrow, after all.