between reality and dreams ..

the difference between joanne, eugene and my uni experience is …

they had someone to share it with, and i don’t.

is that why i’m struggling so much?
heh.
probably just one of my many excuses.

sometimes i surprise myself on how vulgar i’ve become.

the slightest irritation causes me to curse (silently).

drove pass a Shell petrol station, saw the price of petrol ($1.38/litre), and i started cursing.

traffic light changes to orange, and i curse.

radio not working, i curse.

notice a speed camera, i curse.

car with while lights turned on, i curse.

sigh.

i should learn to control myself. but not tonight … because…

@%#^@#%$#^%$&^&#@$ @$@%#$#@ … stupid Flash MX.
bugger i work so hard already and it fucking hangs on me.
i’m just thankful that the hardest bits were saved already.

@%#@%@#

gah! time for bed i suppose.

1. Pimples popping up all over
2. Eyebags
3. Too much chocolates
4. Whacked sleeping habits
5. Everything else seems much more interesting than studying, including rearranging my room
6. Clothes all over the room, cables everywhere, nothing is where it’s supposed to be.
7. Constipation (caused by #3)
8. Dustbin overflowing
9. Laundry basket overflowing
10. Mouth Ulcers

nothing’s changed. it’s the same, year after year.
i guess the only difference is, i did not break down. not yet anyway.

2 years ago, i never thought i’d be spending these much time with these people.

it’s been ages since i laughed so much.
and talked so much crap too.

fun comes with an expense.
i dug my own grave.

and i dont know how i’m gonna finish my assignments.

how screwed am i?