-=| Im feeling drained and dying soon. |=-
"If sorry-s and thank you-s could buy time, I would want to be a waiter for a while."
This phrase kept running through my head, running through my head this morning. I feel that I have so many back lots with me that I feel suicidal. I feel like dying so that the misery would just end. No, I am not trying to be Emo here but this was what I felt this few days.
This week was crazy, especially yesterday. For internal drawing we have to do 20 A4 drawings plus an A2. And as for today I had to hand in 8 A4 drawings plus one A2 fine art drawing. This was Oh-my-gosh-er la.
For the specialization, the lecturers never even give a push in what we are doing, and so for your information I have not started on anything. *Jaws drop* Yup, so what have I been doing? I have been feeling tired and depressed therefore resulted in such deep shit.
Talking about yesterday. It was so frustrating. Planned to wake up at 9, but was lethargic and I shut off the alarm clock. Woke up at about 1pm, and damn! I regretted not getting up at 9. I couched at the sofa to have my brunch and I realize that I had to get some plastic eyes from spotlight. Gosh in my heart I knew my external drawings were down the drain.
By the time I went and came back it was 5, and I had to meet Andrew at 8 to past him materials. Gosh my weekly expenses gone down the drain. No money for dinner. Cannot explain why to my mum, she will go on and on about why putting church first when you cannot even settle your own stuff.
By the time I got home and had some liquid dinner, it was 9. Began sketching for the 8 A4s. Father came home, and gladly bathed. Came to busy body in my room, asking me to bathe, like as if I dun want. I guess he remembered my principal of once bathed I would not want to leave my house. He 'forgot' to buy bread for sat, and wanted me to buy it, shove me with 2 bucks at me and wanted me to go to 7-11 to buy them. I have so much work, and he still wants me to get them. He himself bathed and so he too did not want to leave the house. I feel that since you are the only one eating whole meal~ bread, go get them yourself, I'm not touching them. But still being a filial son and a stubborn dad, I still have to give in to buy that stupid bread. He could still survive on those 2 slices on the table but still insisted because Friday night in Sabbath and we have to keep it holy. Peh! I do not accept such excuse, either you buy your own and eat your bread or chomp on something else you can find at home. I have learnt that myself when I was young in your house. “You must be more independent.”
I was beginning to get hungry, best way to settle it is to sleep. I intended to wake up early in the morning to continue, set the alarm clock, but it did not work again. Ahh! The rest of the story is not important, I feel drained.
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Name : Joel Xiang Desheng P3RS0N@L!TY
Personality : Flamboyant T@g W!SH3S 3M@!l CURR3NT M00D W3@TH3R F00T PR!NTS !N 3 S@nd R@D!0 ST@T!0NS P@ST R3CORDS L!NKS
DOB : 19th May 1988
Age : 19+
Height : 1.73++m
Weight : Abt 60kg
Zodiac : Dragon
Horroscope : Taurus
Fav Sports : Breathing exercises on the bed every night(snore)
Fav colour : Blue, silver, black
Fav things : Vintage looking stuff...
Hates : People who commands me to do anything
Worst habits : Talking back, bitching...
Best Habits : Obeys house rules
How do u relax : Bitching, complaining, vibrate my ear drums with sound waves from my disc man
One thing tat no one noes abt? : i'm Sentimental...
Three words 2 describe me : Rude Noisy Freak
One liner tat i'm most proud of : Being kind to your enemy means to be cruel to yourself
Moto in life : Look 4 a goal n strife hard
