I think my senior is right: I've problems with discrete stuff. I spent the whole day on a damn discrete problem. It's for my project. According to my supervisor, it's suppose to be simple. Erm. Fine. Luckily, I don't have to deal a lot with discrete fourier transform. Argh.

Still a lot of work to be done before I meet my supervisor again on tuesday. After which, I've to go for some briefing held opposite honours room. I had this weird dream last night: tkm told me to treasure this chance of meeting visiting professors. Err. To prepare for masters overseas? In the dream, he went on to tell me to treasure whatever opportunities my grades have opened up for me. The grades have generated much stress, but at the same time, they've opened up doors which I never get to open last time.

Though I don't know why out of all people, I dreamed of tkm telling me such things. But then, the conversation in the dream did make sense afterall. Haha. There's another dream: some good looking guy comforting me. Too bad I didn't grab hold of the opportunity to hug him and cry on his shoulder. Haha. Since it's something I can't do in reality, I should have done it in my dream.

Teachers' day is coming. I heard maths society is passing around these luminous star shape and heart shape papers for students to write some messages to their lecturers and tutors. Why didn't they pass some to me... I'll need one, two,.... seven, eight... erm... I heard the piece of paper isn't too big, so, I may need a few for one message. Haha. I'm just that long winded. Maybe I should go get a card for my supervisor. Maybe denny. Maybe quek. Maybe chew. Maybe woodstock. Maybe tkm. Errrr... ok, just one for my supervisor. That is, if I remember to get from co-op tomorrow.

I better go and finish up my proof. Still the one on discrete fourier transform. Ah. Then I'll go and sleep, and hopefully that good looking guy will come back to my dreamland. :)