I have taken on a sickie baby. I am starting to despise my whole immune system for catching the sick bug so randomly. Chesty cough with lots of phlegm that you can barely breathe, throat infection, minor asthma and the aftermath of coughing like a sick duckie during chinese, i had a minor internal fracture. -fret not its minor- I want to be sick no more. Excused from crxss country tomorrow -oohyays! My room's filled with duffel bags and travel compacts, was checking out how to scrim and squeeze into a minibag. yes, i have always lookforward to service learning trips but this time round its completely different.

Came across my diary two days ago and read through all the heartwarming letters from thailand, i love these kids. Mood was in bad state yesterday and i don't even feel sorry to any one who felt offended. Wanted to just leave school, go home on self-reflections. But i pulled sixuan with me and headed jacks place for lunch. Love the talk my dear.

revenge over that hotlies

oh sweet poison baby

she came over my place, did phys and online shopping. We were laughing like mad hippos over failed prankcalls until we finally achieved. Pretending to be from some model agency, pranked called someone, he seriously believed (or maybe he played along but couldnt be) = major laughing matter. I love those laughing sessions with sixuan, but mum was wondering "what the hell is going on".

Owning a lomography camera will be like the coolest thing ever, handling the coolest gadget ever. I fell in love with the green lomo somebody is selling -big smile- Oh yes, i just thought of a pretty stupid but somewhat nice idea for the china trip tee : " reaching out to those in need, a blessing indisguise". Picture currently undescriptive in details here. Still sourcing for hot pictures for this journal.

picture a depressed person in silhouette + now picture me in it = just cannot right

My old self is tie-ing me up tight again, these feelings are too overwhelming in any case. Stresses are getting the worst of me, not the better of me. I am so uptight on focusing to pass every test that come by, thus, making minor failures a big disappointment. Good, you might say, as worrying about the o's has already hit me. But if you ask me how has it been, i'll slap you. I keep trying to relax at the most pressured moment, but it keeps getting worst, working myself out hard.

I need a soul; someone to rely on, to pour out all nonsence and problems to even though the problem may be retardee at times, someone that knows you well and willing to hear you out anytime anywhere and at every moment -the person is always free for you. To my case, its really sad that no one is that really trustable and reliable. -my gosh

having a tattoo at the front waist is funk

sorry, i get really cranky at times

so let do with visuals to leave me less crankier