I was never wrong about the lonely weekend.

I will stay in for breakfast and stuff my self with an oat bar. A 1.80 lunch of rice and two vegetables opposite my HDB. And a dinner with friends, if they comply or time is friendly to me.

The Saturday morning sun will shine on my three months unwashed bed sheet from this only window in my rented room, at least that's when I will wake up and drag my self to the toilet. And a disciplined weekend begins. Today is the first weekend where I worked on my assignments, compare to the usual where I surf the web unproductively.

It felt good, at least I know I don't need to rush ten journal entries in one shot in the wee hours of the submission deadline.

For the Saturday night dinner, I usually go to the central for some wallet damage worthy food, like Manpuku Gourmet Food Town. I make it a point to go there once a week, normally a Saturday night to satisfy my pallet with food that I want, not just food that I need of the week.

For a Sunday lunch, I will travel far to town. Food republic Nasi Lemak is my favourite. Or I shall explore for something else tomorrow.

My new classmates seems segregated still. With each of the four corners of the classroom belonging to a certain class, except the front wall belongs to the lecturer and his huge projection screen. I guess the ice will melt soon as us the particle disintegrate. With us now saying hi and bye when class ends to classmate that we dont not know their names is a good start I guess. It wont be impossible to add a few more words after that to spark a conversation.

I have know some wonderful people for a good six month, at least it makes school more meaningful in its non educational value. I am just waiting for that moment to happen in this class, are my other classmates waiting too?

But I still think the lonely weekends are here to stay, bleh.