i am VIVIAN.
i study in singapore polytechnic.
i like to
DOODLED at 12:45 AM... i am unbelievably stressed up.
woohoo.
am contemplating pushing away all countdown parties, and locking myself up in my room to STUDY through the entire 31st December 2007.
CUZ; i havent even touched a single bit of homework since holidays.
this is a mad rush. tomorrow is the final practice for BB's sunday performance... so VIVIAN, this weekend, be prepared to DIE out of rushing and stressing.
2 hours of door to door only resulted in 7 tickets sold! madness. poor wanting even got her knees bruised cus of it. bloody unfriendly neighbours. *sigh*
AFTER bb concert this sunday, is the mad rush, and i mean MAD MAD MAD rush to SP's concert next friday. at singapore conference hall! bloody hell.
i'm learning to swear in spanish.
i dont even have time to breathe these days. the paperwork never seems to end. hmm.
CONCERTS; its like giving birth to a baby. we work till death everytime for a concert. for months and months. of stress, sweat, pure hardwork and practice. during which, we all complain and tell each other this is the last one i'm ever going to do, you know.
but on the night it is finished, the minute it is over and we see and hear the final ring of applause; all the hard work and sweat and stress just slips away and we think unanimously: Everything's worth this. just like when a mother sees her newborn baby, she forgets all her pain for the past 9 months.
so then. we start on the next one; and the cycle repeats itself.
i'm thinking this is all quite sad actually. that i've put myself into a never ending circle.
good night world. see you when all this fiasco has ended.
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DOODLED at 12:45 AM... i am unbelievably stressed up.
woohoo.
am contemplating pushing away all countdown parties, and locking myself up in my room to STUDY through the entire 31st December 2007.
CUZ; i havent even touched a single bit of homework since holidays.
this is a mad rush. tomorrow is the final practice for BB's sunday performance... so VIVIAN, this weekend, be prepared to DIE out of rushing and stressing.
2 hours of door to door only resulted in 7 tickets sold! madness. poor wanting even got her knees bruised cus of it. bloody unfriendly neighbours. *sigh*
AFTER bb concert this sunday, is the mad rush, and i mean MAD MAD MAD rush to SP's concert next friday. at singapore conference hall! bloody hell.
i'm learning to swear in spanish.
i dont even have time to breathe these days. the paperwork never seems to end. hmm.
CONCERTS; its like giving birth to a baby. we work till death everytime for a concert. for months and months. of stress, sweat, pure hardwork and practice. during which, we all complain and tell each other this is the last one i'm ever going to do, you know.
but on the night it is finished, the minute it is over and we see and hear the final ring of applause; all the hard work and sweat and stress just slips away and we think unanimously: Everything's worth this. just like when a mother sees her newborn baby, she forgets all her pain for the past 9 months.
so then. we start on the next one; and the cycle repeats itself.
i'm thinking this is all quite sad actually. that i've put myself into a never ending circle.
good night world. see you when all this fiasco has ended.