24/7

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I'll continue walking. (figuratively)

I am currently blogging from my brother's laptop because my monitor is not working. After more than two faithful years together, I think it's time to part ways with my computer.

Yesterday was a really tiring day for me. I finally completed my JRN assignment and it felt great. I'm not sure how much Chin Huat thinks I deserve to score but I know I did my best. I know I still have a lot of room for improvement with my writing but I'm pretty darn satisfied about yesterday's assignment. :)

When I arrived home, I fell apart and slept.

I didn't wake up until 9.30a.m which is also the main reason why I'm updating my blog right now.
Simply because I missed the bus to Monash.
I will probably have to take the LRT/CAB later if I do not want to miss my INT lecture/tutorial.

This week is the Campaigning week for the student council election.
I'm campaigning under SPEAK, running for PUBLICITY with Tristan.

On Wednesday (tomorrow), I'll be taking my Music test.

Excerpts from journal:

The past few weeks literally drove me crazy. I lost my inner peace and understanding of certain things. I was weak. Everything made no sense to me because I lost my own senses. It took me awhile before I realized the truth - I was struggling with my own self. I became to weak I lost my ability to perceive things through my own mindset. I took everything else for granted and forced my way through.

You made me realized the truth and woke me up from my fabricated mindset.
Thank you.

Today, I woke up, free, at last.
It no longer matters if things do not turn out the way I want them to.
It no longer bothers me because I know I did my best.

Even if I'm not smiling, it doesn't mean I'm unhappy.
It just means I don't feel like smiling.

It just means that I'm numb, again.
And it feels good.

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This post doesn't indicate that something is wrong.
It's just one of my self-reflection posts.
Thoughts that have been unearthed from a corner of my heart/mind.
It might not even mean a thing. :)

Oh, and I dislike it when guys put their hands on mine purposefully.
I dislike it when you touch me.
I dislike it when you try to get close
I dislike it when you cross over the boundaries of friendship.
No, I'm not being a feminist.
I'm just stating the fact.

Really, I really dislike it.