Things have been going perfectly.Xin xiang shi chen.

Been trying to earn $$$ and in directly causing me to drag and hate weekend. During the holidays, the weekdays have been the fun one or at least the tolerable days. The end of the week will see me packing my tuition and squeezing in my lunch at this same location. Where i can decide on either Bk or Subway. Every week I tell myself I can't take it and reminded myself how much worse it will be once final year starts. But once I start tutoring, I almost love it. For that 2 hours, its their time and i tried my darn best to help.

Been trying to make it work like i thought it would. Meeting ups and the other means of comunication. I thought whatever was standing in the way was envy and somebody else. But now, my heart doesn't seem in it again. Every time this happen just when I have my way. So for the period before I had my way, I was the silly one. Then after that, I am the stopid one.

You know what. I tried too hard to follow this principle of life. Which result in a rather ironic twist. I never be really me ...