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November 16, 2009

morning woes

Morning. It's the first Monday of the holidays.
Alrightey. I don't know what I'm going to do to fill my days. Oh well, I'll find things to do. I just hope I can survive for the next two months. Ah, yes. I'm up this early because I slept ever so early last night. I had another breakdown last night. Oh God. I'm so soppy.

Oh well. It'll wear off. Right now, off to Cafe World :)

November 15, 2009

you know what

You don't have to rub more salt into the wound you know. It's bad enough that I have to choke on my tears and keep it all inside of me, not telling anyone everytime you bring it up and now you're making in sting even more. I've got my limits and seriously, you wouldn't like it if those limits were to be breached.

Seriously. Stop.

hoyeah yeah yeah


Listening to this gives me goosebumps.

something something 06


We're doing landscapes and sceneries now. There will also be an upcoming project :D
Darrell is doing a scenery of a lavendar farm. The colours are just marvy. Can't wait to see how it turns out. Didn't take a picture of his though. Got a bit occupied. And I only took pictures of the blue hues of mine to check and see whether it'll turn out nice. Surprisingly so, it did.

Looking at the blue reminds me of Strawberry Swing. Aaahhhhhh, I can't help myself getting addicted again and again to Coldplay. Don't mind me okay ;)

mon dieu

:'(
I broke down into tears reading Darrell's post. What is with me?

get this

I slept at 6.58pm last night, missing dinner (and it was pizza) and I forgot to serve a pumpkin pie on Cafe World and I left it on the stove to rot, which was quite heart-breaking as I waited 12 hours for that thing. Oh well. So what, huh. So, anyway. Before I slept, many thoughts kept coming back to me. One of them being the fact that I won't be around anymore next year. Oubviously, I broke down into tears. Honestly, I promised myself I wouldn't cry anymore but I still do. Weakling.

How, oh, how am I supposed to get through until the end of the year. I don't want to cry like there's no tomorrow. Yes, seek solitude in God. Of course I will. Alright. I've just answered the question myself. You idiot, Khadijah.