Introduction
I don't have a heart for fakers who shed crocodile tears nor do I have sentimental value for emotional basted-s. I'm the devil's work of art. Nobody knows me too much to hurt me neither does anyone knows me too deep to understand me.
Blogging
life shockin
1s day of college afta CNY is alos ma first time accidnt...wuwuwu...i mean a MINOR car accident but it's enuf to like kill me. Ayway the car got a lil scratched...the feelin wen the tin occur reali scared ma gus out k...it's like the noise and d vibration reali shocked me...ma guts ran out frm ma mouth, opened the window and ran away d...wuwuwu...now I dun dare to drive. Not touching the wheels faw now. I noe it's jus minor but that reali gave me a shock of ma life. After ther accident I reali duno wad to do. It's like all a sudden I lost ma drivin skills and ma sense of direction. At the same time I can't seem to stop anywhere cus there isnt any place to stop so that ma dad could take over.
So that was a shockin mornin. Den it was lecturers and lectures and lectues....den group discussion wich went to no where but some assigntment of work. I never drove home....took deeps pone home accidentally....sorey deep den here am I bloggin.
Question of the day:
Am I just a looser or am I jus unlucky or am I just a person of "one man show"...meanin not cooperative la but in a nicer way to say it. Every group work I do seems to be of no success or close to failure or there will be a disunity or maybe it's just me.....
Feelin guilty over it sumtimes....gosh hw i wish i could trade away feelings.
anyway I'm runin outta feelings soon...time will tell if I reali am...