Did my presentation today, my topic is about Switchfoot and the stories behind "The Sound (John M. Perkins)" and "Hello Hurricane". It didn't went well, not what I expected. It was okay, I think. The moment I stand in front of my college-mates, I totally forgot the points. So basically I just look at my notes for like every single points but still left out some points. Great! And then I messed up, one of it was --> Tim supposed to be BASSIST but instead I said GUITARIST and only realized that after I finished introducing the band members. Oh this is so fucking awesome! Way to go,Claire!

But what's done is done. I always have the kind of feeling that I can ACTUALLY do this, do that, do BETTER after my presentation. Everyone was like stressed out, everyone did their outline yesterday and slept late, including me except that I've just have to type my draft out and by the time I finish is already 12.30am. Supposed to read through my outline but then ended up facebook-chatting for an hour. Our presentation was supposed the BE ONLY 5 MINUTES per person but everyone did MORE than 5 minutes. Again, including me. And well,EXCEPT for Hannah who did exactly 5 minutes. :)

Ooo so I see there's a newbie in my class.

Ngl, I still find it difficult to approach some of my college-mates even though I did talk just a few words sentences to them. I won't say "a bit difficult" because its more than a bit. So yeah, trying to find connection but it definitely takes A LOT of time to do that. Because I'm not talking much. It's not like I'm not comfortable but like I really don't know what to say and it takes time for me to open up. Well, this is bad.

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Nothing much happened these days outside college life.

Oh! OH! O.H! DEVI'S BACK! THAT MEANS INDO MEE GORENG AND TANDOORI IS BACKKKKK!!! AWESOME!

So I'm gonna finish up my fucking CG practices now and I have to wake up and go to college early to finish up my group assignment (Um...I supposed?) with my groupies.

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