Stuck in a moment you can't get out of..

I wonder if anyone actually realises that the titles (currently) of most of my blogposts are song titles. Heh.

Anyways, i think i found a better way to spell my name. That is, S-C-R-E-W-E-D. From all angles, in every direction; i'm so screwed. Well, its actually cos of PUS, i mean its not that it sucks or anything (not exactly) but its the whole, preparation of our stuffs. I actually did take the key points of what was given to us in the research document, but i don't know about the other two. In a way, its good, cos that what he wants; atleast as interpreted from the email. BUT its actually cos i was too, er, incapable to come out with anything original. But like i said, its kind of what he wanted anyways, so thats alright.
I think what made me feel like finding some thick rope to wrap around my neck was the whole putting together of the ACTUAL ppt. NOT that its, hard, i guess but its gonna take a while, A LONG effing while. I hope we don't get overly ambitious (as always). HAHAHA, anyways, we get shot down so many times, i think i actually have holes in my body, randomly dispersed all over.

Anyways, the college drama was great. It was entertaining.. wasn't so much of like broadway or anything, but it was adequate and pretty different. And entertaining.

I love my class. Didn't i say that before? Yeah, well its very true. They're the bunch of people i don't think i could forget, anytime soon. Hahah, they'd be on the top of my guestlist at my wedding, i bet (:


Anyways, i'm so confused about some things in life. So confused i end up crying myself to sleep. Yeah, not that i've never done that before. Eitherway, kak intan was right. Its hard. Kakak is also right, its really hard. I don't think many people will ever understand the problem that I face. As i told my brother, "You will never ever face the problems that i have to face". Okay, well i didn't tell him lah, but i sure thought about it in my mind. I mean, i just am too tired to talk about it with him. Him of all people who would never come close, not even by a dragon's breath, to understanding how i feel.

I wonder why i care so much. I wonder why others simply don't. I wonder if by caring, does that put me in a different position as them? Or because i'm caring, it just brings me back to square one; the same four boundaries that they too are bound in.



I'VE GOT a meeting in the morning at ten. If i don't get to the national library by 10.05, i'm buying breakfast, apparently. Shit, better bring my wallet!

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