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I opened my eyes, last night, and saw you in the low light
Walking by the bay, on the shore
Staring up at the planes that aren't there anymore
You happened to look, and see, the tunnels all around me
Running into the dark underground

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Crud. Next Thursday is Critique already. I'm feeling its gonna be like hell for me because I'm like the more inactive one in the group. Make me most inactive.

I'm so gonna screw up. Like I always do. With a smile. Giggling myself stupid, I would, and then feel worse and worse and I'd eventually ..... ..... not sink into depression, but forget.

I'll make amendments. Next week, no more play time. No more sleeping on sofas. NO MORE!

On a happier note, today's my brother's 12th birthday. YAY.

On a neutral note, the udon I cooked sucks. Not enough black-pepper sauce. Screw it.

Oh my goodness, I have so many things on my 'Wants' list right now. I've always had this thing of trying not to have 'wants', plus in this economic climate? It's almost suicidal. I'm EATING myself broke.

Yes. EATING MYSELF BROKE.

I'm spending all my money on food. ): I'm such a pig recently. My appetite has more than doubled, I assure you. Watch me eat. Must be the O-Level-Mugging's-Missed-Meals out for revenge. I'm eating back all the meals that I skipped.

Amazing how I didn't develop anything nasty like gastric or whatever vile health problems. (Thank heavens no.)

I'm worried about my health. Occasionally. The threat is very real. No matter how I brush it off, my Dad's warnings scare me into eating some vegetables. I think it won't help. It won't help everyone. So might as well eat well and enjoy life now.

But hey. I'm in the hot pink of health! Haha.

I just remembered suddenly I have tonnes to blog about.