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Friday, March 23, 2007
{ 4:03 PM }
it was raining the other night and it got me high. ha. it's not very often we get rains just before we go to bed. and so i mass sent a good night message to my dear friends telling them how wonderful the rain is and all. and they all gave me negative replies! how come you pple are so not appreciative of the rain that comes before bedtime! haha. it allows us to sleep like a baby.. and in a way cures insomnia! keke. so next time it rains before you sleep.. say a prayer of thanx k! tsk!have been slacking. sians. simply no drive to work. studying is the ultimate bore.school sucks. but the thought of graduating (if i ever do.......) worries me too. cos i know.. i dun really like working life either. i cannot imagine the kind of workload i'll be facing when i go to year 2 and year 3.. (you realise there's no year 4 cos i dun intend to take honours.. heh) and i cant imagine myself joining the social university. where on earth can i hide?the realities in life are smashing down hard. even more so as we get older. but what can we do.. except to face realities.really feel like singing SHE's song.. wo bu xiang wo bu xiang bu xiang zhang da........
