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Tuesday, June 07, 2005


some people feel pressurised coz of all the attention they get.
yet, they didnt know they're hurting someone out there.
someone who's been forgotten by everyone else..
unless he/she is needed.

time when he/she is needed: rarely..

have been thinking of what to write for testimonial. suddenly recalling became such a stupid thing. like i've did nth spectacular or significant in these 2 years. even as a ct rep la. i cant even collect money. (uesless to the core) i dunno what examples to cite, what to write about myself. i have not much traits to state, and there's like no concrete examples to state. i think if they allow me to write my bad points i could have given them a booklet or sth. yah, testimonials require good traits, which i'm still cracking my brain to fake out some. i've got like no leadership skills, and i am lazy, and i can speak, i have a bad lousy temper. bet no unis want me.

shall shut up. and stop getting distracted by everything out there. i cant even get to study. sat at my desk at 11am and didnt do a single thing even till 7pm. what a waste of time..

i've never left my house for like 5 days. feels like a bird trapped in the cage. i never took the lift to ntuc at all. it feels like a prisoner, and mom says i'm a good girl coz i never went out at all. whatever.

i'm down. i dunno the reason why. probably because of the conversation. i feel depreesed. i'm back to that envy mood. yah, envious of everyone out there and think my life is super mundane.

i feel like hiding myself under my blanket. i'm such a loser. bleahx.