I am sick again

and am exhausted and grouchy and faint and feel like giving all micro-organisms a whopping piece of my mind.

Another than that, the bunny has questioned my lack of entries so here's one for him.

Must report that I am still in love, my nerves still tingle at the thought of you and your muscles, I promise that I will break up with you if you cut your hair, I still think your body is hot, you still are e most handsome boy in e world to me, you still boil my blood and yes, you still make me want to beat e crap out of you.

[Insert touching romantic love poem about bunnies]

Gawd I am feeling weak.
♥ to all bunnies in the world.

I love being married. It’s so great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life.
~Rita Rudner

Kevin's birthday

 
♥ the cake.

Childish.

My birthday is in 3 hours and I am jaded.

BAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

damn sian @^!&%W^!&@!**

On a birthday note,

When I was younger, I could remember anything, whether it happened or not.
~Mark Twain

Alone

I never thought this day would come
I never imagined its existence
But now it has arrived
This wedge drawn between the north and south
This wedge piercing through a frail heart
Right down to the middle
Dividing it into pieces
Digesting it without an inch of mercy
But how can you measure mercy when none will be given

I see your stories
I know your troubles
Each equal in weight
But I've come to realise that this is beyond my means
Beyond my comprehension, beyond me.
Choices are beyond me.

You were perfect
You loved me. You took care of me. You brought me up.
But one by one, you are leaving.
Call it abandoning, deserting, quitting, whatever
What are words compared to e pain?
What is fucking language compared to reality?
What is life compared to death?

I am alone.
I have always been alone.
I was surrounded and alone.
Now I am alone. Truely alone.

Alone. Alone. Alone.

Words can't express my pain.
You can't understand my pain.
You won't give a shit about my pain.
No I don't wish you dead.
I would wish myself dead but it hurts me too much to see your grief.
I am left without an option.
I am left with nothing.
Nothing but myself.

And I am alone.

Where is my time?

Baby and I went to e zoo weeks ago and it tired us out wonderfully (no sarcasm intended). Might post up photos of e animals if I feel like it in e future. ha ha

So I've been having an awesome time lately:

CAC Cynosure Ball @ Novotel

Union outing with salsa en sync.

I ♥ salsa en sync tremendously.

Down to facts these days:
Days are nothing but rollar coaster rides.
Ever since school started I find myself waking up to a full schedule everyday that can go from 7am to 9pm.
I am exhausted everyday even on my free day.
My mind tends to tune out often, as if it operates out seperately from e body.
I don't know what I am doing, I don't remember what I have been doing, I am struggling to catch up on my readings each week but I am lagging behind no matter how much I seem to accomplish.
My workload is a strain, a bore, an irritant, and never ending.
"I am always doing something" also means "I am always doing nothing" because of e tunning out problem.
There is no time to do household chores or float in my own pool of time.
I am always doing homework and yet it is always never completed.

This semester has become such a nightmare.

Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save.
~Will Rogers

♥Loved like no other♥

Today my mom cooked me fried bee hoon because I asked for it and it was the best meal money could never buy. ♥