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Taken 30th November 2009, Executive-outfit-day in class.
Labels: pumped.

Monday blues.
Routine in today's module, blogging or chatting or games. No improvement in my mood, such an awful day to go to school for, plus the Monday blues. Eyes could barely sustain open. Ears practically diverted attention to nothing, too tired to listen. Can't wait for the lesson to end. Maybe I'm up for some adrenaline pumping after school to shag some weight, maybe I'm too tired and just let my mind rest at home, maybe maybe. Maybe the action might be a chore, so better rest and sustain my energy for tomorrow.Labels: Blues

Currently tuning to
You've Got The Love by
Florence and The Machine
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Faltering through daily, succumbing to the feeble mind, what else? Barely have the strength left for a rebound. The days are seemingly bright but gloomy, none to accompany me but myself. I get bitter with company and antsy without one, "so what is it that I want?" I asked myself. I want someone to listen.
I want to be sad without having to apologize, purely because I know I didn't make myself cry, did I? I want an apology to derive from the tiny squabble. There is no excuse for no apology, if it was petty still, it was worth the apology. To wait till the tears trickle down, makes me even sore.
Labels: Just one of those things
Today today no no Alfred Alfred. Relief facilitator.
Friday- Feroz fetching me from school. I don't have to waste train/bus fares home and I could spend time with him.
I was a bit bummed on my birthday because I didn't get to dine at Fish & Co, all those flavorful sea creatures]: No Fish & Co birthday song, no polaroid from Fish & Co and no birthday treat from Fish & Co]:Labels: Blues
I am screwed! I totally forgot about entrepreneurship proposal and awaiting for Gena's reply. TO BE SUBMITTED BY TOMORROW. The whole team is going down if we don't complete it by today or tomorrow. We have to do it, PRONTO!
Currently loitering the web, waiting for GENA! I shall stop thinking about the proposal. Dilly-dally, here and there. These "sugar" rushes come and go, but now it's ongoing until we can finally finish the proposal which we have not even started yet.
I am excited, for for for FRIDAY. I'm going out on a cruise with Feroz on his brand new b-b-b-bike! Wondering what midnight movie to watch since I can go home late. I want to eat seafood hor fun for dinner, eat popcorns during the movie and ride the wings of pestilence!
So what, riding a bike is a dangerous sin? Riding the wings of pestilence, you think you're singing a song? yes? no?(yes, i am conversing with myself, idiot)
Not you idiot, me idiot. I'm lameeeeeee-o. Well, I want to talk to Starbucks Teddy Boneca and a short promising chat with Gena.Labels: pumped.
Eye infection- might be due to my dust filled blog maybe.
Currently, I can't really concentrate real well because I kinda just woke up and just finished my RJ, which was a whore and I B*llsh*tt*d through.
Oh wells. No photos to blog about, XL did an awesome last minute poster, mine was more nostalgic than futuristic and looked like it had colourful sunflower seed sky! I just suck at photoshop, photochop, potatochop!Labels: pumped.

My knight, he stands by my side
My knight washes away all my tears
My knight, he stands up and fight
Fights and fights away all my fears.
Labels: island in the sun
Confession, it makes you feel a whole lot better than letting things bite away your insides, but it's easier to let the feelings eat you a little at a time, than to confess.
Things had been rough ever since 15. Most people might understand but what can they really do right? My mind's almost an Armageddon every month. If confessions make me feel better, than when that Armageddon appears again, go tell.
This post serves as a reminder because most of the time, I read back on my post and remember things.Labels: Just one of those things
I don't know if it was a comparison, or you're just trying to say I'm exactly the same as that person.
They say that you should throw criticisms away, don't listen to them or take them in and change yourself or something similar to that. Sometimes it doesn't come out as a comment, it simply sounds like an insult, in fact most of the times, it's sounds like an insult. They said to ignore those kinds of criticism(insults), sometimes I ignore, sometimes you just can't because you think what they say are true and you try to improve yourself and you feel all good inside and then sometimes, on one fine day someone says the same criticism to you again, and you ponder, "did I change or am I much more worse than last time" and you resigned to the fact that you're shit and fucked up because nothing you ever do is normal or right. To say you're resigned to that fact is bullshit because you think about it every so once in a while and you feel like you're a failure, an idiot, a big mess and you get angry at yourself and feel like breaking the chair, throwing, tell someone to slap you, punch you, kick you, pull your hair and beat the crap out of you or having violent intents like punching or kicking someone, pulling their hair and something like that, you go on a series of rampage of getting angry at people and hit them if possible, you can restrain your violence but somehow you can't restrain your anger, it boils and could last you days at a time, sometimes even come and go as it pleases.Labels: Just one of those things