A place called, here.
Work yesterday was tiring, but fun AND tiring. i’m having these ‘thought-of-quitting’ again, whenever i’m tired of work and have to work the next day. Think i’ll give myself some time to adjust again.
Seriously, school havn been really stressful, we havn’t been issued any projects of the late, just some assignments. i wonder why. But despite being assignments, everyone is like handing in top works. I mean like what the hell is happening to my class. ha! this is scary man. and without the companion of my other ‘used-to-be’ close mates. life in school has become horrible, i mean, i come to school without a open heart, so unable to breathe. You know who you are, and i believe this time you guys have gone much too far. It hurt. therefore, i’m not in any sense to talk or do anything about it, unless you try. Period.
i’m craving for south canteen’s chicken rice, so i think i shall have it for lunch tmrw before we head out to Andy Warhol’s exhibition. Goodie.
On a sincere note, i hope that you guys could reflect on yourselves, the simple and basic meaning of being friends.
(oh alvina, buzz me the details and everything yea? i don’t see you online as much 
loveyadozen)