work it
Oh where do i start? It has been a while that I've decided to place my ass down on the chair and write about my life well if you wanna know- its disastrous!
What a dreadful and blood sucking week i had. I am still in the midst of recovering, having said that, i am gonna anticipate a bloody hectic and the oh-my-fuck-god-i-am-gonna-be-dead-meat week ahead! I need rescue.
Sigh really i have to construct garments, this is what i am here for- to construct garments. To make the impossible possible. I am in a plunge of despair whenever i realized i need to start on something. But all i can do is to let agitation fermenting inside me and helplessly sit and figure things out. Yea sit and look at my classmates with admiration and wonder why can't i be like them. Why can't i have more talent in making clothes and why can't i be less reckless, patient, neat and tidy? I can't seem to work it out seriously, it really challenged me this time. I have to tone down in total defeat and tell myself i am such a loser- a stupid loser. Now, i need to know what to do next, whats the next step but what if i can't even answer myself?
Well i feel so lousy these days i can't seem to do well in this, not that i am hard to myself but seriously i can't understand a tad bit of the construction. I need alot of experimenting but damn i've got no time. Time is an issue, producing it is an issue, a good one or a bad one, so much pressure, tell me what should i do. fuck it or work it? Of course work it but yea theres always a but. Maybe now i've no time to think of but, i need a instant solution and salvation! I hope i can have a better week so i think i better rest enough so i could hold on to those heavy and intense emotions when the disaster hits me, which i think likely it will come. Oh come on, i am dealing with sewing machines what is it not gonna happen? I am already sensing something bad....let alone facing it. pray for me dear brothers and sisters.
Blissful- totally blissful. I am having the whole house all by myself from now on means 1206am to the next 8am in the morning. With no noise, purely peace and with the voice of Racheal Yamagata without somebody asking me to tune the volume down. Great. I don't have to tolerate the voices of honkie speaking canto- momsy's favourite hk dramas that she can't live w/o and sister always stinking the bathroom after releasing her anal. I can drink all the packets of green tea in the fridge all by myself and channel 16 myself silly in front of the tv as long as i want without anybody interrupting me. Most importantly, nobody can rush me off when i bathe and mom can't creep into my room in the middle of the night to switch off my air con cause she wants to save the earth but the truth is to save bloody electrical bills. I really hate it! Now i can have a peaceful bath as long as i want and have a blissful night. Perfectttt.
As for now i am happy with a book of Sophie Kinsella which never fails to tickle my laughing bone and my priceless privacy, wouldn't it be nice?
What a dreadful and blood sucking week i had. I am still in the midst of recovering, having said that, i am gonna anticipate a bloody hectic and the oh-my-fuck-god-i-am-gonna-be-dead-meat week ahead! I need rescue.
Sigh really i have to construct garments, this is what i am here for- to construct garments. To make the impossible possible. I am in a plunge of despair whenever i realized i need to start on something. But all i can do is to let agitation fermenting inside me and helplessly sit and figure things out. Yea sit and look at my classmates with admiration and wonder why can't i be like them. Why can't i have more talent in making clothes and why can't i be less reckless, patient, neat and tidy? I can't seem to work it out seriously, it really challenged me this time. I have to tone down in total defeat and tell myself i am such a loser- a stupid loser. Now, i need to know what to do next, whats the next step but what if i can't even answer myself?
Well i feel so lousy these days i can't seem to do well in this, not that i am hard to myself but seriously i can't understand a tad bit of the construction. I need alot of experimenting but damn i've got no time. Time is an issue, producing it is an issue, a good one or a bad one, so much pressure, tell me what should i do. fuck it or work it? Of course work it but yea theres always a but. Maybe now i've no time to think of but, i need a instant solution and salvation! I hope i can have a better week so i think i better rest enough so i could hold on to those heavy and intense emotions when the disaster hits me, which i think likely it will come. Oh come on, i am dealing with sewing machines what is it not gonna happen? I am already sensing something bad....let alone facing it. pray for me dear brothers and sisters.
Blissful- totally blissful. I am having the whole house all by myself from now on means 1206am to the next 8am in the morning. With no noise, purely peace and with the voice of Racheal Yamagata without somebody asking me to tune the volume down. Great. I don't have to tolerate the voices of honkie speaking canto- momsy's favourite hk dramas that she can't live w/o and sister always stinking the bathroom after releasing her anal. I can drink all the packets of green tea in the fridge all by myself and channel 16 myself silly in front of the tv as long as i want without anybody interrupting me. Most importantly, nobody can rush me off when i bathe and mom can't creep into my room in the middle of the night to switch off my air con cause she wants to save the earth but the truth is to save bloody electrical bills. I really hate it! Now i can have a peaceful bath as long as i want and have a blissful night. Perfectttt.
As for now i am happy with a book of Sophie Kinsella which never fails to tickle my laughing bone and my priceless privacy, wouldn't it be nice?
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