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Wednesday, July 20 7:57 PM


The glaring bedtime will not curb my itch to pen.

Seriously, i'm really very exhausted from everything.
Art is pressurising, i kept telling mdm lim.
okay, i admit that spraying my piece is fun
but dateline at the end of july is not fun at all.
i almost lost my paper marche earlier on.
could not find it at the place i put it.
luckily, not another series of unfortunate events
which made me almost give up on my art before.
i'm tired, i really want to quit everything.
i dont even have time to sit down and concentrate on studies.
everytime after art, i feel really tired and lazy.
especially when its pushing you to the edge of the cliff.
i need rest.

---

tic-tac locks; what you use to secure yourself.
nevertheless, i'm contented with everything i have now.

seeing some disgusting face just shut my day off.
like when one keeps giving you the "slap me" face
when you don't hold anything against her.
give us that 'tsk' face when we were walking down the stairs.
i'm not that blind, miss proudy.
my class girls hold nothing agaisnt you.
or rather, we shd after an incident last few mths.
that proud face of yours, get lost right.
stop showing that face to my friends.

i hope you read this, i really do.
sad that i dont even think you know my link.
wasted.

yes, and i really do like rugby.
cool game, at least i'm trying at it.
:)

loved