the occasional psychobabble: damn...

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Bits and Pieces

Hello. Welllll, there isn't much to know about me. In other words, don't ask. Hey, but if you really want to know, one word: psychopath.. Anyways... I'm just another one of those bloggers out there, blogging about how crappy life is, etc. Pathetic, is it not? Life.

Not too long ago...

Psychobabble. Just to pique your interest.

Past Tense

damn...

Stamped: 6:54 pm

oh great.

school. tomorrow. bleeeeeep.

so far, i'm still stuck on my first newspaper cutting. stupid 剪报. and i have two more to do.

stupid homework.

urgh. i need more time!

my mum once said that even if we had 48 hours in a day, it still wouldnt be enough.

was watching no coutry for old men just now. a nice thriller if you asked me. [random]

oh wait. why am i blogging when i should be finishing my damn homework?

because i want to reach my target of 1000 posts by december 2008?

BAH.

now i'm hearing a boy downstairs screaming for the maid, saying he needs to poop... life.

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