| Sunday, January 25, 2009 |
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guess who hasn't had more than a couple of hours sleep a day? 3 hours sleep on friday night, followed by 8 hours of work in the damn bloody searing HOT sun WITHOUT sunnies and/or shade - read: sunburnt. again - (which is obviously why i crashed for 2 hours plus the minute i got home and showered) and movie marathon/a little boozing/reminiscing/gossiping with anns on saturday night/sunday morning, finally sleeping at 6am, only to wake up 2 bloody hours later with a really bad stomachache, headache and serious lack of sleep, and drag myself to work, then to east point and finally back home. upon which i k.o.ed for 2 hours again. oh well. what's new. plus... thanks to my super uber clumsiness yesterday - felt like such a bumbling klutz. roll eyes - i got tons of bruises, nearly fell off the damn raft while doing test ride (i had NO idea how the hell i managed that. but apparently i provided comic relief. whoopee. eye roll.), fell at ular lah top, bumped into things left right centre etc etc etc. bottomline: the fall at ular lah top caused a rather big scratch which can't really be seen but sure does hurt like a !@#$%^&*()_%$#@!#$. i think i scratched the calf muscle or something cos now my whole calf hurts when i walk, stand, or apply pressure on my left leg. that, and it's swollen and extremely tender - which makes working kinda painful..... :X wait. work by itself IS already painful. backaches, bruises, scraped shins, dry/tight skin, aching leg/arm muscles, sunburnt faces and arms... baaaaaah. i wonder why i even bother. okays now that i'm done bitching about stuffs, i.. don't know. stuff's on my mind, as usual, but i don't know what to make of them. it's really weird how people from the past suddenly pop up when life just seems to be getting okay. -scratches head- now, apparently, i gotta decide whether or not to forgive e... not that i'm actually mad at him, but it's more of a... how did he put it? oh yeah. "and please YOU should know its not about whether you know or dont know its about whether you WANT it to be the way it used to be" see.. that's the crux of the problem.... i'm just not so sure anymore.... cos i definitely do NOT want certain aspects of the 'way it used to be' to be repeated. and what's up with my workmates?!! all i just said was that the kiddies are very very cute (some, in particular), and they were like, oh you want uhh? i make one with you la or i'm sure there's a lot of people who are willing to help you. =.= ha ha. whatever. oh well. time to sleep sleep. night nights. I turn my head to the East I don't see nobody by my side I turn my head to the West Still nobody in sight So I turn my head to the North Swallow that pill that they call pride That old me is dead and gone But that new me will be alright Ohhhh (eyyy) I've been travellin' on this road too long (too long) Just tryna find my way back home (back home) The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone.... |
| 'please don't stop the music 11:36 pm |
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Past the point of no return - no backward glances: the games we've played till now are at an end. Past all thought of "if" or "when" - no use resisting: abandon thought, and let the dream descend . . . |
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| I am an eighteen-year-old student currently attending Republic Polytechnic. I enjoy reading, writing, chilling, intelligence, and sarcasm. My goals in life include being a professional slacker, wasting as much of my time, life and intelligence away, sleeping a minimum of 12 hours everyday, being a successful bum, and maybe, possibly, someone you could bring home to meet mom with. |
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