I didnt realise how much i missed authentic girl talk until i met sai and mor (pardon the organic nicknames) for breakfast today.
There was comparatively less fodder for gossip/mass excitement from my side… but i had fun listening to the idol drama-esque goings on in their lives.
i need to write a story for that SPH youth portal by 10 Sept, and i’m quite uninspired. rar.
i think i miss teaching those screaming balls of mischief. or is it that i miss the money?
i also need to write a research paper for KMS, and i cant fathom how i’m gonna do it.
I’m sorry to make you, my dear reader, a victim of my blogorrhea.
You are feeling exhausted, worn out, drained. You feel that far too much is being asked of you but you still want to overcome these difficulties and establish yourself despite the effect such an effort seems to have on you. You are a proud person, assertive most of the time, but at this particular moment you are acting as if you have become resigned to the situation. What you need is some tender loving care – a gentle pat on the head (or maybe a ‘kick-up-the backside’) and then you’ll be raring to go.
听歌 唱歌 无数首悲伤的 欢乐的
Look at those 2 zi lian kuang, pollute my camera with so many of their big head photos!
the night is still young. am kaypoh-ing the blogosphere. it’s not as boring as i had perceived, really. came to realise there’s many interesting blogs out there. really. i spent the past few hours reading blogs WHOLE (yeah, archives and all) when i shd be doing the bleeding assignment.
i may just be the first person in Singapore to die of myopia.
i cant glue myself to the computer screen for so long, no i cant!
but i cant stop myself from being a sicko voyeur. i am so bored to tears, i need to immerse myself in seemingly mind-engaging activities.
sob, i think i am getting pre-assignment plus exam blues. and they’re hitting me hard.
oh!!! 夜已深， 还有什么人。。。。陪我这样醒着数伤痕？