My hair is long and mess now
I am somewhat sick today.
Woke up at 5 am abnormally just for jogging and threw up after that because of lacking exercise in past two months.
Went to toilet three times in school in the morning because of yesterday's buffet or drinking too much cool milk after that jogging.
Now, I am sitting down in GETC beside my laptop and Alex. I feel weak and don't want to do anything.
I didn't write blog in past three weeks.
Actually I have enough time to write, but I wouldn't like to.
I don't know how to say the meeting in Redhat, I don't know how to say I play CS and watch movie for whole nights at weekend, I don't know how to say those people and things I meet everyday, I don't know how to describe that sorrowful dream I get.
I cannot find any meaning to write down those things which happen again and again and those fucking thought which torture me day by day.
I went to school in the morning, the first time in last two weeks, and saw Sexy who attracted my eyes at last freshman camping.
Alex came to Singapore from Germany, he is brilliant.
Gerard says we are making history of electronical trading, but it has no concern with me - history only remembers leaders.
I first time doubt if I should be going to quit school, but I have no choice at all, I alway have no choice. All the things around me choosed me!
At least, I can eat well everyday, I can sleep well everynight. I should be satisfied with my life though I feel myself like a fucking shit sometimes.
Woke up at 5 am abnormally just for jogging and threw up after that because of lacking exercise in past two months.
Went to toilet three times in school in the morning because of yesterday's buffet or drinking too much cool milk after that jogging.
Now, I am sitting down in GETC beside my laptop and Alex. I feel weak and don't want to do anything.
I didn't write blog in past three weeks.
Actually I have enough time to write, but I wouldn't like to.
I don't know how to say the meeting in Redhat, I don't know how to say I play CS and watch movie for whole nights at weekend, I don't know how to say those people and things I meet everyday, I don't know how to describe that sorrowful dream I get.
I cannot find any meaning to write down those things which happen again and again and those fucking thought which torture me day by day.
I went to school in the morning, the first time in last two weeks, and saw Sexy who attracted my eyes at last freshman camping.
Alex came to Singapore from Germany, he is brilliant.
Gerard says we are making history of electronical trading, but it has no concern with me - history only remembers leaders.
I first time doubt if I should be going to quit school, but I have no choice at all, I alway have no choice. All the things around me choosed me!
At least, I can eat well everyday, I can sleep well everynight. I should be satisfied with my life though I feel myself like a fucking shit sometimes.