Saturday, March 31, 2012
Sunday, March 25, 2012
clarity
There isn't much to say about the new company except that it has a totally different culture from my previous one and that's the BIGGEST problem. It's been 2 weeks since part II of the course started and everyday I think to myself "Do I really want this?". Adjust, adapt & conquer. Well, easier said than done but I hope I can.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Sunday, March 4, 2012
restless pretzel
Change. I'm getting really sick of my room. Maybe because it has built in furniture. I should have chosen the other room instead but now it's been taken by my tenant. NOOOO.
I need new clothes, new colours, new jeans. Mix & match's getting old. Oh, and not forgetting a watch. Shoes too.
Zesty Roselle's gotta be my new favourite from Aunty Anne's. Try it.
Got strings from Han for my guitar but I can't change them myself, last time I tried, I screwed up real bad and those were good strings. This has to wait.
My right contact lense went into the back of my eye while I was rubbing it in the temple earlier today. It stayed in there for a good 20 minutes before I rolled my eye enough to get it out. Not cool. Especially when mom got all panicky. She was repeatedly asking if I wanted to go home or just carry on heading to Parkway for lunch. Just imagine, high pitch on repeat over and over and over again. Oh mom.
I need new clothes, new colours, new jeans. Mix & match's getting old. Oh, and not forgetting a watch. Shoes too.
Zesty Roselle's gotta be my new favourite from Aunty Anne's. Try it.
Got strings from Han for my guitar but I can't change them myself, last time I tried, I screwed up real bad and those were good strings. This has to wait.
My right contact lense went into the back of my eye while I was rubbing it in the temple earlier today. It stayed in there for a good 20 minutes before I rolled my eye enough to get it out. Not cool. Especially when mom got all panicky. She was repeatedly asking if I wanted to go home or just carry on heading to Parkway for lunch. Just imagine, high pitch on repeat over and over and over again. Oh mom.
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