if you noticed, you'll come to realise that blogging on the weekends is something that will never occur.
because im devoted to work!
): sales was pretty bad this weekend for me. sigh. what to do.. guess i haven had enough rest lahh.
the cause of tiredness: mahjong!
haha. seriously, i think im really really addicted to mahjong. and as i type, my hands are getting kinda itchy. wahahha. uh-oh. there's bball camp tml and i haven gotten my shoes back from angelia. oh dear. how to camp? anyway i seriously dont feel like camping. never liked the idea of it. zzz. i jus wanna go there interact, have some fun, gamble at night. tts about it. =p
and yes! its finally the hols. im really freaking happy lah! but when i sit down now, and think about it, i shouldnt be happy bcos we have assignments to complete and stuff like tt, basically you can say that im not on a holiday. yeah. seriously. ):
im feeling cold.
and apart.
that piece of string,
tie it up.
it forms a bow.
a beautiful ribbon,
that i loved.
loosen up,
backing to square one,
the plain useless piece of string.
pulling tight.
tightly.
that it cant breathe.
pulling, pulling
the tension.
the risk of getting it snap.
the pain of the pull.
it screams,
light it up.
burn me now.
so unpredictable.
because im devoted to work!
): sales was pretty bad this weekend for me. sigh. what to do.. guess i haven had enough rest lahh.
the cause of tiredness: mahjong!
haha. seriously, i think im really really addicted to mahjong. and as i type, my hands are getting kinda itchy. wahahha. uh-oh. there's bball camp tml and i haven gotten my shoes back from angelia. oh dear. how to camp? anyway i seriously dont feel like camping. never liked the idea of it. zzz. i jus wanna go there interact, have some fun, gamble at night. tts about it. =p
and yes! its finally the hols. im really freaking happy lah! but when i sit down now, and think about it, i shouldnt be happy bcos we have assignments to complete and stuff like tt, basically you can say that im not on a holiday. yeah. seriously. ):
im feeling cold.
and apart.
that piece of string,
tie it up.
it forms a bow.
a beautiful ribbon,
that i loved.
loosen up,
backing to square one,
the plain useless piece of string.
pulling tight.
tightly.
that it cant breathe.
pulling, pulling
the tension.
the risk of getting it snap.
the pain of the pull.
it screams,
light it up.
burn me now.
so unpredictable.

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