27.8.10: A Bad Day

No, rephrase that.

A crappy day for me.

It's all of the things will go and get fucked up.

I don't know how to handle it anymore.

I need Allah's guidance.

25.8.10: Sorry

Firstly, I want to say sorry to all members of SCLC.

I have disappointed all of you, especially the president.

Sorry for not being a good deputy.

And sorry to all of my friends for hurting you and not being there when you need me to.

Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me

24.8.10: Blankness

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....that's how blank I am.

23.8.10: Emotional Breakdown

That's what I got now.

18.8.10: Huh

8 hours of nothing but learning.

Thought it would make me smarter.

It did. Although a tiny margin of me felt smarter.

So, lets get grossed out by watching a guy chug beer with his asshole.

14.8.10: Gone

No more feeling crappy.

Feeling crappy is for pussies.

And I don't wanna be one.

I ain't no pussy.

Still Feeling Crap

Add a little loneliness to that,

and you've got a recipe for suicide.

13.8.10: Feeling Crap

Read the title.

12.8.10: Not Being Midas

Midas can turn anything he touches into gold.

Metaphorically, he can turn anything he does in to a success.

Me? I'm struggling to live every second right now.

I'm feeling like something heavy is on my shoulders.

Both physically and metaphorically.

I can't sleep.

Can't study.

Can't even laugh at a good joke.

What in the blue hell is happening to me?

Hmm....

Tribunals, life, assignments, programs.....

Not really a good concoction for me.

Need something.

And I don't know what it is.

I need help, I guess.

So, help me?

Want to say thank you to Fyza, Shahrina and Leslie for helping me and the AdHoc Boys with the thing today. I owe you guys a pizza.

5.8.10: A Fucked Up Mixed Fruit (Of Emotions)

Stupidly and bastardly fucking busy today, with both work and play. Started the day with guzzling down a liquid chicken and classes. Presented on the case of Stephen Kalong Ningkan and its got something to do with the Sarawak Constitutional Crisis in '66. Then, it English class for, thank god, 1 and a half hours and not the usual 2 hours of writing summaries.

Went to visit the club's booth during the environmental week held by ENLAC (its not a fucking brand of milk, it really the club name). Gave the club members some moral support. Sorry guys for not being there. GO SCLC GO!!!!!!!! Had lunch at McD, and Tora is nowhere to be found. Maybe she's busy at HQ.

Thank god for the cancellation of the contract class. Got home. Took a bit of rest and get my bowl on with Jimz. God, I suck at playing bowling. Need a bit of practice. Not a bit, a lot. Played Street Fighter and KICKED ASS!!!!!

So,the conclusion? Fucking tired, fucking enjoyed, fucking annoyed and everything gone all fucked. FUCK IT!

Congestion

Busy as fuck.

Assignments, club duties.

I think i need a P.A,

or a butler.

Me Voila

And you know it.