domingo, abril 30, 2006
[ 1168. I Think Its A Pity ]
I'm blogging too much. I'm blogging too much. I'm blogging too much. I'm blogging too much.
Got home at 7am this morning, and i have consort again at 1 later. Simply detest this feeling of waking up with a heavy head, bursting throat, and eyelids that loves to close. It never fails to make me feel melancholic, even if the weather is bright and sunny out there.
Oh yes, the weather's pretty erratic recently people. Drink more water, take care of yourselves k. Especially those choir peeps out there. It really doesn't pay to lose your voice at this juncture, when the going is about to get tougher with olomouc coming up.
To my church pals. Sorry, doubt i'll be seeing you guys for a while. I miss you people. Coffee some day? Drop me an sms. =D
I, me, myself. It's always about this unholy trinity. Dammit. Where's that thin line between taking pride in oneself and being self-centered?
It's difficult, that's why we often say, it's a gift to be simple. |
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