Crumbled FoundationI'm going to the doctor to check out my fever and flu but I don't really care what happens. I don't care if I have swine fever or whatever other fever there is that hasn't been discovered yet.
I don't really care about life anyway. I'm not being emo or anything. Everything is just too complicated and everyone is just too competitive. I'd have been perfect living as a young blonde maiden in the 18th century on some farm in England. And I am always falling sick. And nobody cares. And I don't care.
And my exams are in less than 20 days. And if I die before that, I don't care.
Because I never really had a foundation to begin with but I'm pretty sure that now it's completely gone.
I don't know what to post
So I tried Twittering to see what the big fuss was all about...
And I reached the conclusion that...
NOBODY (and I mean NOBODY) needs to know when I shit/piss/pee/eat/fart/burp/sleep or be my online stalker.
But can't help admitting it is strangely and for no apparent reason, a little addictive. But it'll pass (this "FAD")
Gotta start making those 60 momos for International Understanding Day for them River Valley-ans.
Other than that, won 1 outta 4 debates, been super sleepy, was made dizzy by hot yoga for the first time yesterday, joined dance, needs to study more, needs to practice my poor rotting violin, needs a ligature in order to resume playing my tenor, missed the final YWB challenge on account of nobody could make it and nobody was prepared (and will evidently NOT be getting any $1000), found that the ''telemarketing'' thing we were cunningly drawn into by certain school admin was rubbish and that we aren't getting paid after all (I clearly specified CASH over CAS), is glad Addy came over to brighten up the day (but did not enjoy the dog-like slobbering), and OMG realises that this sounds like a freaking Twitter update!
xx,
Mpap
Maya