ever woke up to a nogging pain on the top of your head. feels like someone is trying their best to kill you by squeezing you brains into mush. it hurts.
period. hahaha. private joke.
nothing to do right now. i have to design an advertorial, but then, i can't seen to find the picture that the company is suppose to prvide. hurhur. funny ryt. and nothing ever works right in this company. especially the computers and the people. except for lovely lil' me.
i couldn't climb much yesterday. much of the time was spent with darling outside the gym, talking. when he ask for his massage, wak and liz joined us. a row of climbers massaging each other's back.
sayang darling..
i wanna go NTU. Get a degree in Mass Communication. But it takes 4 years to complete my education there. No getting off on any modules that i might have studied in Poly. By the time i'm done with getting a degree, most of my friends will have started work and i'm a fresh graduate of 24 years old. scary kan. to go or not to go?
i have a date with darling later. teman him study at the library. he got CKTCS test tmr and i will prolly be reading or sumthing. cant climb so what the use of turning up for training anyways. and see someone's face when my patience is at its end.
i wonder why my temper is almost at the breaking point. i mean, my tolerance level used to be way high and now i just cant wait for someone to make a silly mistake so i can let out my frustration.
pfftt
editors note:
if i offend anyone on my blog. please forgive me. but then again, this blog is mine. so please feel free to get the hell out of this site if you cant swallow what i shoved down your throat. Better still, just shut your pie hole. life is cruel and the truth can slap you in the face sometimes. trust me if i mentioned u in my blog means you just need to hear another side of the story other than your own. you must have been such a pain in the place where the sun don't shine. other then that i love you. realli. muacks.
writers are so tempremental. its part of the job. but i still need to control my temper. maybe its just the headache. u kno how these little nasty thing get to you make make you turn horrible. sorry love.
