screwed up or what
i suspect i may have a disorder whereby my body prompts me to sleep whenever i'm not talking, walking and uh sleeping.
and i can totally sense the dark clouds and storm brewing over my head upon the sight of all my uncompleted work. i'm like million steps behind i feel like i'm still at the starting line. aye, pain is totally my lot. hopefully my not-SO-good mood doesn't affect anyone around me because it's pissing me off like...so much. elsewhere, elsewhere, elsewhere.

oh my GOD, i am sooooo...FREAKING PISSED -in a bimbo voice-

on the other hand, the production was good.
the audience did make the difference. makes the play more interesting than any other rehearsals. i will definitely miss my melodrama and stepping outta the tv antic. ah makes me realises why i love stage so much again; the enjoyment i had get to conquer my nerves (and heels). it was...oh well...i don't know..just as long as i know how it feels. haha oh the cliche. thanks for all those who came, even though you may not come to support me HAHA

time to start crawling the race again.

am still alive at 6:26 AM



SAJC College Play 2008
entitled Travelling Light by Bryan Tan
at Nanyang Academy of Fine Arts
26th Apr 7.30pm
27th Apr 2.30pm
Tickets priced at $12/-

do come!

am still alive at 7:23 AM



And I try to recall if there’re any worse days.

This girl is commendable for her composure for nine hours.
She holds back a whole tangled web of emotions, shaking but fine.
There was something in the teacher’s eyes, friends’ and her reflection,
She could not bring herself to dampen any mood around her.
And when there’s finally isolation,
She let go, the endless flow, when she cannot even remember
Why she was upset in the first place.
Not that it really mattered.
She’ll be okay; she just needs to live with it.

am still alive at 6:51 AM