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MIN You're what you own. It's not so perfect everyday. So it's true my words are contrived I tell lies just to get into your mind Beauty makes her eyes glow. Imitations of love. Sweet music and hidden grace. Unspoken, Tagboard here. Archives October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 credits, Designer: JeSsie Basecode: tm
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Monday, January 7, 2008
 The whole of last night,feeling so so so so screwed up. And was thinking that everything would be fine after a night's sleep. But no, it was just like before and for now, escalating. I found out the damn oral presentation is not a pair work thing. Totally different individual project and it requires so many runs before the actual one. Fuck. Very very bothered by this. I gotta psycho myself out of this state I'm in or else the one suffering would be no one else but me. HELP. /// Met up with Ses last night for dinner. She cut bangs! haha. Like a doll luh. :) I dread school I dread school. Or maybe the workload. Yes, the workload. Dad: "You have to accept it. " I know.But at times things can really bring you down. And it feels like a bottomless pit, you just keep falling. 5:50 AM |