I've been neglecting my blog for a couple of days. Not my fault. Time ran tooooo fast for me to catch. Anyways I am very very tired. Went out with the same nc/np clique to ECP today. With my HONEY (: Cycled. Stinked. Headached. Homed. Headached. Tired. Computered. Attend wake, ji gor po passed away. Headached. Tired. Homed. Computering...
The word 'job' kinda turns me off now. But I don't have a choice for the sake of satisfying my materialistic wants without guilt. ): Very very depressing. I can't imagine myself slogging just for that freaking few bucks. But yeah, like I said, I don't have a choice. Out tomorrow again. Derek's birthday. Which I hadn't had any idea. Celebrating at Compass Point's Swenson.
I've been really tired. Each time before I even step out of the house I feel so tired already, & when I'm out I feel even more ridiculously tired that I don't even feel like talking unless necessary, I can only give a lot of comments about things which don't need my brain to think through though. I want to get back to who I was. When I loved talking like nobody's business. ): I feel guilty sometimes for being the shut up one.
I'm doing pretty much of a self-reflection in this post. So don't mind me. I realised I'm pretty much a person who can't express myself well. Be it emotions, in speech or whatsoever. The best way I can express myself : Words. Written words. It pisses me off sometimes the way I am. I guess I need to change.
Anyways its high time for me to hit the sack. Wished Derek happy birthday alreadyyyyyy.
Bye, till then!
Maybe I'm thinking too much again. I must be. But there again, theres really nothing attractive about me.
JIAYI wrote at
12:13 AM
