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When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.
Pain is inevitable, but misery is optional.

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Tuesday, June 2, 2009


See this weirdo up there? Your dear friend is going-to-become that weirdo. It kind of explain my thoughts, why am I here not there. Even tho I dont know there will be where. Humans are just soooo weird, or maybe if you insist, I'm the weird one, fine.

Just here to take a breather from cost.
1 bloody hell question took me like hours. Considering the fact that I have to do journal entries, t accounts, statements of goods manufactured and balance sheet. Bearing in mind, one mistake, and all is at stake.

*Vulgarizes flooding my mind, this instance*

You have to understand, for a person like me, who treasures sleep very much, being awake now at 2.30am, and got to wake up at 8.30am which is only a matter of 6hours of sleep, it's torturing, annoying, irritating, crazy, dumb duck.
I blame myself for poor time management.

And I thought I could get away from filing, but I'm just so wrong. My notes are all over the place, typical sanguine that is disorganised.

Sometimes dont you think things/life is moving at such a fast pace, that you wish you can slow down, look around, and realise there is more to life, than this.
But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay