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Crystals
filled with memories
" Through those sad times
you held my hands till the end of the world. "
DISTURBIA.
Friday, November 5, 2010 <$BlogItemDateTime $>

I'm feeling particularly lazy tonight. And kind of irritated. Plus some disturbing thoughts at the back of my head. It's 1 am and i'm working at 11am.. So it should be still pretty okay.

You know. By right, i have a lot of things to do. A lot of my admin stuffs to clear, to give myself some kind of balance for the rest of the month. I'm feeling particularly worried if i cannot save enough for school next year. Minimum amount to save is 9k. But i want to save 11k. And i only have half of that after working 11 months like hell. Talking about work, sad to say, i don't think pay's enough. Basically these are the 2 things that are dominant in my head, crashing frequently. And for me, my problem now is all about money. Always $$$$$$!

I hate myself for thinking too much mechanically and emotionally causing unwanted emo moments on facebook status updates. It's so dumb you know. Whereas if i put at twitter, it doesn't sound so dumb because everyone expresses even the smallest things on twitter. But bad point is no one knows and no one to listen to me cause i'm pretty friendless on twitter.

Well you know what? As normal human beings we all want to be loved. I want to be loved. You want to be loved. But it always ends up like they already have a bunch of lovers. You're just the loser pathetic missed-out you're-too-late idiot. Nevermind. I'm talking cock language. Goodnight.

HaMie!





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