6.3.04
sis asked if i wanted to go kbox during the hols. hmmz, i wonder if im still up to it. havent sung for a long time. anybody wants to go with me?
went bowling today with mingjun. it was quite hilarious to see this middle aged guy bowling...and a whole group of uncles sitting behind watching him and cheering him on. the guy's good. but somehow it really seemed like those people who gather at the coffeeshop and watch a soccer match from a small little television set. :) and once again, my bowling sucked. argh. hate the inconsistency. may go again tmr.
im going to be dragged to this career fair tmr. sheesh. i have absolutely no interest in finding out what kinda science-related jobs they have in the market now and the thought of having to sit through talks about those jobs is already horrendous enough. so sian.
another March baby. whoa. cant believe this. all of a sudden everybody's born in March...luckily i got my pay yesterday. :)
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5.3.04
some stuff are better left unsaid. or rather, unwritten. putting feelings in words usually mars the beauty of it all.
slacking nowadays. have to get back on track this weekend.
grace msged to say that ducro wants to see me on monday. that's the first sentence of the sms. freaked me out. thought it had to do with my ponning of chinese/pe...or some disciplinary problem. apparently it's gotta do with the submission of the form. think i handed it in late. shit. if it doesnt get processed, im going to be chided like some shit by mum and dad...all that rambling about being irresponsible. ducro better save my skin. argh.
and since he wants to see me on monday, it simply means that crashing ac is out of the question. sighs. =/
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29.2.04
the husband seethes with dejection and rage. he returns in a drunken stupor and stirs up a rampage. the old silence is shattered and the wife and child are roused. the husband yanks the wife out of bed and rails at her, for reasons which are inexplicable to her. as he hurls abuses at her relentlessly, her only source of comfort is in crying. the husband, seized by a whirlwind of vehemence, takes his anger out on his wife. but inspite of the intolerable emotional pain, she holds on and tells herself that if shouting at her makes her husband happier and relieves his suffering, it is all worth it...
when the wife finds herself at the end of the tether, it is the love she has for him that keeps her sane.
if it lessens your disappointment, do as you wish.
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