"WE ARE LIKE CRAZY"
2008. the year has been nuts.
today. today has been nuts.
in the short span of 24 hours my life has been ripped apart and seamlessly sewn back together with the bad stuff taken out and new good stuff put inside.
in the short span of 24 hours i have moved from one level to the next, being given the rare invitation to step into the life of "high society".
in the short span of 24 hours, many relationships have been strengthened and made bigger.
24 hours. 52 weeks. 365 days. 1 year.
tis' fast.
light up, light up, as if you had a choice
even if you cannot hear my voice
i'll be right beside you dear
i am still considering my position in V2. maybe i should just quit, again, so they wouldnt have to deal with a perpetual "absentee". i have diverted so far from their culture, don't know who they are anymore, and no, they don't know me. i have different dreams, different desires, different stature. who they see and who i am do not match up because the picture or me they have is like, from february. and things have changed significantly since last february.
or maybe, i dont even have to quit. they might just fire me. haha. i'm losing my friends there ): let them down again and again, missed store meeting after store meeting after store outing after store outing. how do i even begin to explain my absence? urgh... almost one year of bonds and relations and passion and tears. this, is what it results in.
or maybe, i should just hang on till my holidays begin in february. then i have like, 2/3 months to work and spend time with them.. go out, hang out... rebuild broken bridges. dunno la. must pray and ask God what to do.
anyhoos... photog tmr, sch tmr ):
BUT sushi and lingerie shopping with mummy
hur hur (:
i am off to busy with my photographic life which is falling to shambles i am so worried about my GPA and if i dont do well i dont know what i'll do so i had better seriously work harder zomg year one is ending this is creepy smanatha ong xin hui i miss you and you also zameerella and mimi and jackster and jazzy my morning friend. ugh. t.p.
disgustingly puritanical, you know that?