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Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Go back.
I'm back on.

http://perfectsketch.blogspot.com

7:42 PM



Tuesday, July 7, 2009

I've forgotten how to blog.

Sorry to those who kept having to come here. Dun bother anymore. I think i'm over blogging.

2:41 AM



Monday, June 29, 2009

It's finally holiday. Ting and Tim are back in Cambodia. Ly and I are stuck here working. How exciting. We wanted to spend quality time together and explore Sydney and face this freaking cold winter heads on. But plan failed, i ended up watching so much cartoon, and ly is doing her painting.

Ting took the camera charger, so we can't charge the other one. Ly's feeding me too well. There's no way i can get down to 42kg by the time Tim comes back. I'm actually more exciting about little things that are happening back home than this major news about Michael Jackson's death. I can't wait for Ting and Tim to come back. Ah san might visit Sydney too.

I'll try to find the other charger and take some pretty pictures. I'm just updating to let u guys be sure that i'm not bored to death yet. Maybe soon.

I can self-entertain. I'm good.

Goodnight then.

3:31 AM



Thursday, June 18, 2009

Fuck life.

11:59 PM



Monday, June 15, 2009

Ha.


Check out the dock.

2:34 PM



Monday, June 8, 2009

I thought i was trying to grow up...


5:11 AM



Thursday, June 4, 2009

It's 4a.m now. I've relentless and effortlessly spent more than half of yesterday pretending that i'm still 12. It's an absurd irony, i know. I didn't intend to let myself be an escaped prey of my predator 'homework', but it seems like dying in hands of it seems all worthwhile.

But this is not working either. I tried to strife, i tried to give my best, i struggled. Then gradually i forgot why i was trying so hard. I think these responsibilities are slowly eating away my motivation, and each day, bit by bit i succumbed myself to a new notion, a new negative perception of duties-burdens.

When these cooperate with frustration, i have a totally new vision of the future. It's like a doomed fortune telling, because there is basically nothing that lies ahead. It's like my wooden bridge that had been flimsily suspsending between two cliffs had finally snapped, plunging myself down into a hell hole of a darkness.

It's 4:22a.m, no more time for metaphors and wild imagination. Reality check now: i am currently feeling extremely thirsty. I didn't wanna sleep in my room, i washed the sheet, it had been dried (for a week now), but i had yet to put it back. I'll definitely wake Sorida up if i try to do it at this time of the night.

I shall try to fall aslp. Bed bed, here i come.

4:25 AM