It's a nice feeling when you know you have Ribena and Milo 3-in-1. It's not about the taste, but the sentimental value of them. I know that Ribena and Milo 3-in-1 will always be there when I need them.
Drats...I dread to think what will happen next sem when the bottle of Ribena is gone...
I have a feeling that next sem won't be the same anymore...
I have not posted stuffs that I am gonna post for a really long time. The game of soccer was really good. I've never felt like a free and soaring bird in my entire life here before. Previously I had always felt like a kuku bird. If only uni life were like this every week. The feelings and emotions that were bottled up was kind of released. I feel renewed for now. A satisfying lunch after soccer summed up the afternoon. I had 3 bowls of rice! I had a nap after that.
Dinner was steamboat at a new place. I had never eaten that much mala before. Duck's tongue was a new experience. BUT, now my stomach lining has this burning sensation. Dessert was at this new place.
I feel that I am regaining my huge appetite...that feels good.
A satisfying day!
Why does life here seem so...
It's where Sydney really becomes Shitney...
Sometimes, it's kinda depressing to be here...
It's the time where you start engaging in self-talk and that becomes a norm...
It's the time where you really let your fingers do the talking...
It's the time where Wall-Es becomes your best buds...
It's the time where you make new friends who are Pure Blondes...
SWOT Analysis on myself:
Strengths: None
Weaknesses: Infinite
Opportunities: Ruined
Threats: Plenty
Conclusion: Go SWOT flies instead...
Wow! He can sing...
Wow! He's a scholar...
Wow! He's a pilot...
Wow! He's good-looking...
Wow! He's outgoing and sociable...
Wow! He's rich...
Wow! He's popular...
Wow! He's humourous...
Wow! World of Warcraft...
Err...I...
It's been a long time. I've just discovered or uncovered imperfections about myself.
You know what? I HATE being myself...
Why on earth do I exist in the first place?
Sometimes I think that I am just WORTHLESS.
Useless piece of shit...
I can hear my inner-self calling me a loser...a loser who achieves nothing...
It's a nice feeling when you know you have Ribena and Milo 3-in-1. It's not about the taste, but the sentimental value of them. I know that Ribena and Milo 3-in-1 will always be there when I need them.
Drats...I dread to think what will happen next sem when the bottle of Ribena is gone...
I have a feeling that next sem won't be the same anymore...
I have not posted stuffs that I am gonna post for a really long time. The game of soccer was really good. I've never felt like a free and soaring bird in my entire life here before. Previously I had always felt like a kuku bird. If only uni life were like this every week. The feelings and emotions that were bottled up was kind of released. I feel renewed for now. A satisfying lunch after soccer summed up the afternoon. I had 3 bowls of rice! I had a nap after that.
Dinner was steamboat at a new place. I had never eaten that much mala before. Duck's tongue was a new experience. BUT, now my stomach lining has this burning sensation. Dessert was at this new place.
I feel that I am regaining my huge appetite...that feels good.
A satisfying day!
Why does life here seem so...
It's where Sydney really becomes Shitney...
Sometimes, it's kinda depressing to be here...
It's the time where you start engaging in self-talk and that becomes a norm...
It's the time where you really let your fingers do the talking...
It's the time where Wall-Es becomes your best buds...
It's the time where you make new friends who are Pure Blondes...
SWOT Analysis on myself:
Strengths: None
Weaknesses: Infinite
Opportunities: Ruined
Threats: Plenty
Conclusion: Go SWOT flies instead...
Wow! He can sing...
Wow! He's a scholar...
Wow! He's a pilot...
Wow! He's good-looking...
Wow! He's outgoing and sociable...
Wow! He's rich...
Wow! He's popular...
Wow! He's humourous...
Wow! World of Warcraft...
Err...I...
It's been a long time. I've just discovered or uncovered imperfections about myself.
You know what? I HATE being myself...
Why on earth do I exist in the first place?
Sometimes I think that I am just WORTHLESS.
Useless piece of shit...
I can hear my inner-self calling me a loser...a loser who achieves nothing...