Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Word of the Day is "mouthwork"
ZOMG indeed. CTs are freaking 6 days away and this and that and that. I wish I was as happy as a box of Crayola Washable Markers.
LOST1. My appetite
2. Vigour
3. Opportunity
4. The need to find out who Jacob is
Devasting, devasting. I need a late night. I'm turning into a monstaarrrrr, oh hell of mirrors. I'm on Mars. Whooh, alliteration baby.
On a less angsty note, nice people make me smile. Thanks Jacq for the hours talking, listening, ranting and pondering over what "The Oxen" symbolised. :)
Martin: Ask me where I'm going.Me: Where are you going?
Martin: I'm going to fail my CTs.Me: (laughs) Ok I'll see you there!Wednesday, 27 February 2008Oh goodness, I've been in such terriblez lately I feel as broken as my handphone. Kind of sucks knowing what you already have to do, but you're still praying for something to happen just to make your life a bit easier, it's like praying to yourself. People get really annoying and situations get really awkward and you can never see them in the same way again. People are really judgmental and always think you have this other side, and then think that you're just this lousy fake. Everything's so dirty. People try so hard. Sorry, it's impossible to please everyone. Grrr. My head is hurting like a thumbtack in a corkboard. :( x300
tried to hunch; 8:17 PM