bogged down by frustrations that perhaps no words can describe
(or maybe i am just too paranoid)
workload is gaining up on me, but the strange thing is
i dont know what exactly i have got to do.
my mind's all whirrled up as it is, with endless possibilities.
and the worst thing is, it might not even be me.
my alter ego's taking charge. (the mean, bhb one =x)
i slept for like 24 hours the past two days. now now, what does that tell you?
bleah. chinese O's is finally over. not like that really matters, the results does.
UGH. please please please please a A2? =x
listening comprehension was the last paper and we decided to go mad.
namely, fengling, yanling, agnes and me.
went to yanling's house supposedly to study
but the devil got over us pretty quickly. okay..
at least me and fengling.
agnes was just reading her book. ( very nice ah? =P)
and we went mad.
like JUMPing at every instance of the word "jump" in that particular song which i have never heard in my life.
and the nice nice billabong cap. however the moment the cap was on me.
i looked like a paper delivery boy, a pizza delivery boy or just some punk gone wrong.
terribly wrong, therfore i conclude that trucker caps aint really for me.
but i wouldnt rule out berets and erm.. those arty farty types.
like i'll ever get a chance (or dare to) wear them.
foreVER and eVER, foreVER and eVERRRRR.
