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Tuesday, July 14, 2009
if its not me its them
if its not them its me.
I choose to think its them because I've been my usual me throughout.
Last yr went well so why this sem?
conclusion: its not me=)
Maybe its just to show me the road to success is not always smooth.
4 more weeks before I can kick them all good bye. The tears of joy I will shed will cause a hurricane and flash floods everywhere. Countdown to the 24th of Aug people and take the necessary precautions needed.
I can count the time I spent talking in class through out the semester would only add up to 1 hr worth of talk time. Believe it or not,
I've never been this agitated before and I've never cursed this much.
If the point of my finger could kill. They did all be dead flat on the ground by now.
Ugh! I feel a certain kind of violence building up inside me. Like wind up toys, I want to pull off their winds one by one and dispose them to be burnt and never be produced ever again.
After the storm comes the rainbow and the warm sunshine.
if its not them its me.
I choose to think its them because I've been my usual me throughout.
Last yr went well so why this sem?
conclusion: its not me=)
Maybe its just to show me the road to success is not always smooth.
4 more weeks before I can kick them all good bye. The tears of joy I will shed will cause a hurricane and flash floods everywhere. Countdown to the 24th of Aug people and take the necessary precautions needed.
I can count the time I spent talking in class through out the semester would only add up to 1 hr worth of talk time. Believe it or not,
I've never been this agitated before and I've never cursed this much.
If the point of my finger could kill. They did all be dead flat on the ground by now.
Ugh! I feel a certain kind of violence building up inside me. Like wind up toys, I want to pull off their winds one by one and dispose them to be burnt and never be produced ever again.
After the storm comes the rainbow and the warm sunshine.