Saturday, April 19, 2008
I doubt i am going to make it for anything now. The load of work is rather intimidating. In all forms that may come to me. I'll eat bullets, but not those seeds of hatred, never.
Slept on the bus home, and the bus seats were like mini-sofa kind o.0 well they made the seat so small that i couldnt lean properly on it. I think i must have dropped my wallet countless times when sleeping coz i vaguely remember waking up to pick it up. And miraculously i woke up just as the bus was pulling over to my stop. Years of riding on MRTs and buses simply trains that instinct.
Work. Wonderful man, just so wonderfully disgusting. Coz at the end you feel accomplished and that you didn't waste your day away, its just the decision and determination required to go through it. Most of the time we have enough time, we just cant set down and really get to it.
Day 26: And i am afraid i won't even know if i can make that change, even more painful for myself by staying in this spot, please help me get out, but i cant promise anything so soon.
& more clueless fears.
10:15 PM
