February 18, 2010
May 5, 2009
036: to sir with love
Lost track of time and space. Have not gotten myself motivated enough to pack up the past two years of life and restart it again.
Life’s just not fair. That sounds relatively familiar.
Just doing my thing, pushing everyone away.
April 1, 2009
027: scars
Am recovering from a nasty-ass injury sustained to my knees and elbows. Will not go into detail about what happened, but I now look like a victim of domestic abuse. I walk a bit funny too, and it hurts to go to bed because when my sheets rub up against the wounds it hurts like a bitch.
Slowly but surely coming into my decision to return to Singapore for good. I guess I won’t know for sure till end of this month. April is going to be a tough month of decisions. Susan Miller says great things await me this month, honestly, I’m just fretting about finding a REAL job and wondering how I can get rid of my junk and newly acquired 42-inch plasma.
Still dealing with a hangover. I feel like I have been having one too many of these days.
