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♡ fluctuated feelings.
Friday, July 30, 2010, 9:44 PM

I've got a conclusion to make.
It seems to me that the busier I am with things, the happier I am. &, God, Mdm A, you're so right: Pressure's a pleasure. Mum said I followed her, well I guess, I can say so ;-D
Gotta thank these NDP things going on lately. I've been too occupied with council matters that my mind somehow wanders off from the things that happened to me lately. I love my life-makers, my lovely lovely lovely friends. I love Sheela, I love Emily, I love the counc-eeee-luhhhs. I love my mum. I guess the word  l o v e  now seem to be blinking everywhere now. No matter how suck my day got, just this people made the factor to give up, for me to make through the day. I'm glad, truly glad that I'm over manyyyyyyy things now. Things that made me think that it's not worth occupying a space in my thoughts, in my heart.
Now that I've got exactly a week more left in midst preparation for this year's NDP concert, I can barely get myself to do much of revision. I truly felt that I can never really prioritize things. My studies seem to be descend. I fear for that in time to come, I might not be able to handle the blow. But, rot. It's just another excuses I've made up to compromise myself to be lazy and keep procrastinating.
To answer to many of your questions about my current life right now, there's never going to be any accurate reply. Fluctuated feelings. Like lately, I realised that I have a seriously high potential of a teenage liar. Truly able to keep my pretense an act... But I love the me now. Goshhh, FINA!

Alrightzzzzzzzz, DAAA BLOV-VERS<3