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hibernated my com, fell asleep. room's a mess, mind's a mess, drawings' a mess, ideation's a mess, eveything's messed up. very.

BYE! off to some idk what concert, hope it will be good. heehee.

Hortpark is a really hot place! seriously there's nothing there, not fun at all. fuck all those that think that place is really nice to chill and all. nb. is good for educational purposes but for outing with friends, just fuck that place. argh.
i've got alot of assignments on hand! i think? lets see, frank stella, paper making, 30cm clay, analysis presentation and 2 fucking journals! fuck journal. seems like i've so many journals to do, that idk which one to start with. and fuck la, photos and more photos. hate taking photos. :(

cant believe i spend my friday night with billy and wg in the bloody cab. but freeride home what, kiao what, kiao for life ma. HAHAHAHHA
i'm so having a weekend that im not looking foward to, idk why too, though i've stuffs on both days. argh :(

Was thinking about lots of things, since much weird stuffs had been happening. i had very weird dreams recently and my horoscope recently is horribly accurate. i wonder why, is it cause im just too sensitive. idk why, i knew march's gonna be fuck up, never have i expect it to be so fuck up. where's the one. i think im old already. i had been thinking alot of the past yet im looking foward to the future. looking towards to who's next and what's next. and this looks like a is gonna be a long year ahead. sometimes 3 weeks sounds long and one month sounds short. idk why also.

haiya, i feeling damn fuck up and what not already. nnb, sometimes i really question life know, and life doesnt answer me at all. i dont get it, and fuck all these fairytales and superpower, it has been leading me on man. like looking at my bear and goes:
"HEY I KNOW YOU ARE THE MAGICAL ONE, COMEON JUST GRANT ME THIS LITTLE WISH!!!"
bear: ...
me: ah fuck la, zzz.

The world's so weird?! what's wrong with the world man?!

and hey like you say i live my life alone, so whats with you telling me what to do. and what's with all the wrong assumptions and all. well, maybe it's better this way. so annoying. why do all these weird things happen to me. nbcb

school was seriously crap. everyday have to wake up so fucking early. nb. luckily yeoyeo is a nice guy. lol. i think i had been very annoying this whole week, and thanks for my classmate for putting up with my annoyingly cute self. heehee. lol

SO not easy to be slim. i tried so hard, yet it seems like is getting nowhere. the psychological slim down doesnt seem to be applying on reality. damn.fuck.up. feel so sad to be so fat. think is beyond help. but i wouldnt give up. i dont understand why some people can be on diet and slim down yet i dont! is it cause my intake of food is still alot? ok maybe cause it has only been a week? walao, idk! and i wouldnt give up.

and i want long hair! like those fucking long one. walao eh, i want so many things laaaaaaaa. i seriously wana improve on alot of things, so can my tummy just flatten down first then my hair just grow long enough please?! AHHHHH

im not asleep yet, thank you. :D
w i s p l m, g p m s p m b f c?

IM FEELING SUPER RESTLESS MANZXZXZ. SEEMS LIKE TODAY IS AN UNPRODUCTIVE DAY AND IM FEELING SO ANNOYED. I KNOW I CANT GET TO SLEEP, CAUSE I'VE BEEN SLEEPING ALOT LATELY, SO LAZY TO START DOING WORK, IDK WHY EITHER. MY BRAIN SEEMS TO BE LACKING OF OXYGEN, AND I FEEL SO RESTLESS. YES RESTLESS. RESTLESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
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tomorrow is the start of 3D art, wonder how im gonna survive this month. this month seems to be a very very very very very very very annoying month.

Memory is a very weird thing. you dont appreciate it, you dont cherish it when you were at the situation, you took everything in that situation for granted. the path that you were walking on, the lamp posts you passed by, the bench you sat on. you paid alittle more attention to the person beside you, the conversation you had, the touch of the person, the presence of everything then. and when you lost everything, memory becomes so powerful, you can remember every details. you remember how long the path was, how dimmed the lights were, how big the bench was. you barely remember how the person looked like, what was the conversation about, you barely feel or sense the person anymore. so much you wana keep it, feel it, the hardly it gets. it just fade. everything becomes a blurred vision, cause humans changed, and slowly the characters in the memory changes too.
how you ask yourself? you remember he was there, right there, but when you looked back he is gone. no longer there. it has been an illusion, a happy dream.