It is to be expected that the taste in television programmes should differ between a guy and a girl, and in an unexpected twist, Tom has now got me hooked on Dexter.

He introduced the show to me once last semester but I never took a liking to it. Blood, murder, serial killer... the ingredients for a guys show. I recall the first time I watched it I turned away from the screen, squirmish from the sight of blood (though fake).

But in the span of slightly more than a week, we have already finished the entire first season. Sometimes two or three episodes in a seating. I can't really put a finger down to why I have a sudden change of heart. I must admit that the suspense that the show builds up towards the end is pretty cool. The storyline in my opinion was really good. Couldn't help but laugh everytime I managed to guess what was in store for me as the story unfold.

The second season seems promising, but I'm making Tom (and myself) wait till our monthly anniversary. Why? I chanced upon the dvd set of the season at Borders the other day, packaged with a kit similar to that of Dexter's signature; a blood sample, glove... Looked cool and thought the boy would appreciate it for the anniversary.

Heading out to interview talents in a while. Thank goodness my partner drives. The semester has had way too many bumps along the way, but despite it taking up so much time and effort, I guess the hands on classes give some variety to the learning journey.

On a happier note, I will be heading to the Gold Coast tomorrow for Tom's 21st party in the weekend. Somehow excited at the thought of seeing all his siblings and family again. I guess Tom is right, with no family here, I somehow seek comfort in them being my other family.

Well, sort of.

Tired. Runny nose. Body aches. Fatigue.

Stupid flu. Been down and out for the last four odd days. And just when I seem to get a tiny bit better, the attack of the cramps start.

Leaving tutes early seemed like a joke to the staff, thinking I just wanted to find an excuse.

I'm quite tired of all the nonsense to be honest. I don't know if it's because the school itself has way too many flaws or if I am finding fault with them.

It almost makes me certain that furthering my studies is quite out of the question.

Maybe I am not suited for studies after all.

It's not that I'm not trying. I have, I saw the opportunity and I'm holding it tight. But when some things just happen to stop you what do you do? Do you fight?

I would, but I can't. I can't change some things that are not within my control. And all these may lead to me finally screwing up my studies.

I guess I was always right, I am useless.