i really dislike...
random people (mostly guys) walking past my hall room... AND LOOKING IN. how rude.
jur*ong point. any time. any day.
eating bak chor mee with mee kia instead of mee pok.
being broke and having to run to the bank to spend more.
running on empty and trudging back all alone.
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didn't really have a good day; i hate mondays, for various reasons. skipping school is only fun when you're younger; now it just feels like an impossibility, a bad idea cuz i'll be missing out on lessons (which is weird, cuz it's not like i'm absorbing much). i don't think i'll be able to stand the guilt while i'm rotting in my room. over-compensating, i know. tragically ironic, oh yes.
not all surprises are good ones; if not for the fact that i had to discuss work, i probably would have become an airport again. it's sweet, i know, but such a waste of petrol. and unnecessary temptation to an already-exhausted me. so nice to see you everytime, though, even after 2174 days.
tempted to take the day off. resisted. tempted to sleep instead of going for the afternoon lecture. resisted. tempted to eat an early dinner then sleep. resisted.
and all this meaningless strength in the face of temptation; how has it made me happier, then and now?
the dilemma between what's right and what's forbidden but oh-so-tempting.
and i always lose for me.
