12.15am and am no nearer to completing / writing a new proposal as I was yesterday. Writer's block perhaps? Understanding the issues and thinking of new possibilities seem to me two things just too different, too far apart. Or perhaps it's just my lack of creativity when it comes to all things psychological.

Along the same lines. Was thinking on the bus ride home how it seems to me that I know even less now in year 4 than I did in year 1 - a time when (if I recall correctly) I seemed to have much more vigour and enthusiasm for studying. Worse still, I recall that in year 1 I thought I knew less than I did in JC. Blame it on 2 and a half years of wasted time in green, or together with the far less number of books I have read - and remembered - in the past 6 years (has it really been that long already?)

I guess my taste of music somehow reflects how I seem to have remain rooted to one spot as change has swept past me. I invariably surf radio stations trying to find one that is playing a song familiar to me, and shy away from newer stuff.

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On a different note. It's been terribly lonely ever since my internship ended. Having a bunch of interesting and fun-loving people of my age to hang around helped put the monotony of my daily life to one side. Right now though, it's getting more depressing, though I can't exactly place my finger on why I should be - my life continues to be filled with friends, activities, family stuff, and aside from the odd project and thesis I have to do, everything else seems to be fair game.

Maybe it's re-reading Jimmy Liao's 'Turn Left Turn Right' - the depressive bits anyway (I bought yet another copy).