Damn girl u look so good on the dance floor.
Now that its over. Hmm, what am i feeling really? Kinda mixed, on one hand im glad that Os are over on the other im feeling kinda shitty the whole day. U know like things are not gng well for u. Just a bad day i guess. Ok on the brighter side i bought all my grad stuff, really really satisfied with them. It all seems weird u know, how time flies by. Just hanging ard town makes me uncomfortable. Half my mind is in a study mood, the other half well...the caged animal is abt to be let lose. ahah. I just realise how much i will miss the guys... Its a new begining, brace urself. The line is being drawn through my heart And we're conceiving fires through our thoughts And you're just like me And You're just like me This is everything I wanted to tell you I'm still in love with everything about youAnd I feel the wreckage from everything you do And I'm tired of still waiting...
LUKE WHAT DA FUCK IS WRONG WITH U WAKE UP!
 Restless is my heart that has left my love undone. The days of slogging for Art is over. Well not really, theres still paper 2. Burrttt, i have completed my paper 1 and i must say im quite proud of myself. :)
   
 Eatshit STUDYgym.Eatshit STUDYgym.Eatshit STUDYgym. Eatshit STUDYgym.Eatshit STUDYgym.Eatshit STUDYgym. Eatshit STUDYgym.Eatshit STUDYgym Eatshit STUDYgym. Eatshit STUDYgym.Eatshit STUDYgym. Eatshit STUDYgym. SW IM!SWIM!SW IM!SW IM!SWIM!SW IM! And lots of chocolate milk.
ART ART ART ART ART
Will this be my future? Do i see myself doing advertising and stuff in the future? Will i enjoy it? YES to all the above!!!! But am i being realistic? Is there any future in Singapore for arts? Fuck this country, i feel so trapped within this little tiny dot on the map. Feel like the freaking pet rabbit i used to have. Being fed thru a cage. The question my dad asked me, "How are u gona feed ur family?" goes thru my mind every single day. I wonder who is really sure of their future. I really dont know what to do man. I dont want to do something i dont enjoy.
Can God help me?
The Voices That Betray Me.
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