i know i know. i'm always tired.
and its always my fault too... but there's work. and there's expectations. and there's my silly pride and... my total belief in sheer hard work.
right. so this is the sign of things to come for the next... 9 weeks or so.
pushing the limits of my sanity again.

it was a very normal but tiring day.
more and more things to worry about, think about. i think my plate is just about full.

and i come home to "have you decided what you want to drop yet?" "or what you want to be?"...

damnit. i'm panicking too.
dont they think i have bloody brains. i mean i can see what i should drop and that i should drop now to save time and effort.
sometimes i wonder why i have never argued with my parents. i get so frustrated listening to them tell me how i should do what i should do in my life. as if i haven't figured that out.

and the funniest thing is today at dinner:
dad (to mum, as if i wasnt just 2 metres away, well able to hear every single word): i think she's happier in vj.

i mean. i have nothing to say.