Actually, I never like camps.
Moreover, to be the organiser and overall co-ordinator. Eh.. It's like so 'terrible' can. I never expect this at all, before. It's just a shocking piece of shit to me. I have absoultely no comments at all. And.. Know what? I will only be the one who grumbles along the way as I'm doing all these stuffs.
I wouldn't call them a chore.
But the main problem now is: 'I'm really, really very tired'.
This morning, I cried. I talked while strings of tears rolled down my cheeks. My voice wa turning in a funnily manner. I have no strength at all. My mama confronted me, asking me whole chunks of questions which I have in school. To me, school is just as dumb as ever. Sometimes, I really feel it's really a total waste of time there. We learn nothing with those silly brains around.
Honestly, I'm quite pissed. I have this mentality that I will flunk all my modules. It is so evident from all my current examinations. My hopes of getting a GPA 3.5 and above are diminishing. I'm turning dead. Die..
All I want is just a day of silence. Why can't people leave me alone? I really do like to rot, alone. I mean.. It's ok for me. I don't mind. I'm quite used to those loner's style. I'm seriously darn ok. Anyway, I'm not as weak as 'the girls'. I really don't get it. Why are people so indifferent?
This is my blog. I have all rights to let my thoughts wander all about. What's wrong? Get your butts off if you don't like. Please disappear.. I never like to see you people anyway.
I'm thinking, la. Somehow, people keep pushing things or people that they don't like, to me. Neither am I not a tool nor extra. I can't just literally accept things or human beings that appear. I have my rights and causes, too. After all, I'm a real human. I have feelings, too. Oh well..
Sometimes, crying is really good. It makes you feel better. Actually I have got tons of other secrets deep inside. Yet, I don't think letting them make any difference. But.. Crying does. It makes me feel quite relieved. I'm certainly much better, after a long sessions of self-talking with myself and tears-flowing limitations.
I realised by abusing your physically or mentally self is very painful. I can't endure through that. No.. No.. It's just never a yes. Oh my..
My worse record was in fact, crying myself to sleep for a year every night. Those darken 5 years. They made me strong. Nowadays, I no longer pinned like before. I'm certainly much better. I feel better. I can do things better. To me, nothing is a threat. After tomorrow, there will only be a rushing out's powerpoint marketing presentation and a report. Next, 3 more additional major examinations papers. In the meanwhile, I will make space for ERS' public meeting with SDAR and NPSU. Then, NDP comes next. The last one will be Linda's BBQ birthday party. Wa..
It's a bit 'xiong' for me, though.
I'm working things right. now.
After these, I will detailed all of my ERS proposals. Spare me the time limits. I can make it. Pretty please.
JOYCE LIM XUE YAN loves YAN XUE LIM JOYCE.
Forever.
And.. She means it, this time round.
Moreover, to be the organiser and overall co-ordinator. Eh.. It's like so 'terrible' can. I never expect this at all, before. It's just a shocking piece of shit to me. I have absoultely no comments at all. And.. Know what? I will only be the one who grumbles along the way as I'm doing all these stuffs.
I wouldn't call them a chore.
But the main problem now is: 'I'm really, really very tired'.
This morning, I cried. I talked while strings of tears rolled down my cheeks. My voice wa turning in a funnily manner. I have no strength at all. My mama confronted me, asking me whole chunks of questions which I have in school. To me, school is just as dumb as ever. Sometimes, I really feel it's really a total waste of time there. We learn nothing with those silly brains around.
Honestly, I'm quite pissed. I have this mentality that I will flunk all my modules. It is so evident from all my current examinations. My hopes of getting a GPA 3.5 and above are diminishing. I'm turning dead. Die..
All I want is just a day of silence. Why can't people leave me alone? I really do like to rot, alone. I mean.. It's ok for me. I don't mind. I'm quite used to those loner's style. I'm seriously darn ok. Anyway, I'm not as weak as 'the girls'. I really don't get it. Why are people so indifferent?
This is my blog. I have all rights to let my thoughts wander all about. What's wrong? Get your butts off if you don't like. Please disappear.. I never like to see you people anyway.
I'm thinking, la. Somehow, people keep pushing things or people that they don't like, to me. Neither am I not a tool nor extra. I can't just literally accept things or human beings that appear. I have my rights and causes, too. After all, I'm a real human. I have feelings, too. Oh well..
Sometimes, crying is really good. It makes you feel better. Actually I have got tons of other secrets deep inside. Yet, I don't think letting them make any difference. But.. Crying does. It makes me feel quite relieved. I'm certainly much better, after a long sessions of self-talking with myself and tears-flowing limitations.
I realised by abusing your physically or mentally self is very painful. I can't endure through that. No.. No.. It's just never a yes. Oh my..
My worse record was in fact, crying myself to sleep for a year every night. Those darken 5 years. They made me strong. Nowadays, I no longer pinned like before. I'm certainly much better. I feel better. I can do things better. To me, nothing is a threat. After tomorrow, there will only be a rushing out's powerpoint marketing presentation and a report. Next, 3 more additional major examinations papers. In the meanwhile, I will make space for ERS' public meeting with SDAR and NPSU. Then, NDP comes next. The last one will be Linda's BBQ birthday party. Wa..
It's a bit 'xiong' for me, though.
I'm working things right. now.
After these, I will detailed all of my ERS proposals. Spare me the time limits. I can make it. Pretty please.
JOYCE LIM XUE YAN loves YAN XUE LIM JOYCE.
Forever.
And.. She means it, this time round.
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