Quarterly exams are finished and I'm feeling aches all over my body. But maybe that's a residue of an all out work - out I've had with my mother last Saturday. I kinda stretched myself too much and, voila, I feel like I need to be bedridden for the rest of eternity. You have to understand that I'm not a particularly sport person. I'm more of the rest and sit type of gal. Nothing stressful, maybe except school and... love life, if I ever have one. Which is not likely. 

Though I'm really glad its all over, there are somethings that still keep on bothering even as I'm contemplating about it now. I did something treacherous (w t f?) this weekend and I'm crossing my fingers that the individuals concerned won't find out about or feel like they know something about it. Because honestly, if they do (get an inkling) they're never going to talk to me again. Which is just plain bad because my social life can't get worse than it already is. 

And... my life is like blah, if you want an update. I don't want to delve on details, make me more depressed... but to sum it up, the only ray of light I have right now would be HIM and him. Both of them. They're like sun-kissed oranges in my dreary life. The more I think about the more it comes off as in a Tim Burton movie. I don't wanna rant here. My blog is supposed to be my sweet escape. Though by now, with an accumulation of pessimistic posts, it more of a cape cod. 

Later.  

Quarterly exams are finished and I'm feeling aches all over my body. But maybe that's a residue of an all out work - out I've had with my mother last Saturday. I kinda stretched myself too much and, voila, I feel like I need to be bedridden for the rest of eternity. You have to understand that I'm not a particularly sport person. I'm more of the rest and sit type of gal. Nothing stressful, maybe except school and... love life, if I ever have one. Which is not likely. 

Though I'm really glad its all over, there are somethings that still keep on bothering even as I'm contemplating about it now. I did something treacherous (w t f?) this weekend and I'm crossing my fingers that the individuals concerned won't find out about or feel like they know something about it. Because honestly, if they do (get an inkling) they're never going to talk to me again. Which is just plain bad because my social life can't get worse than it already is. 

And... my life is like blah, if you want an update. I don't want to delve on details, make me more depressed... but to sum it up, the only ray of light I have right now would be HIM and him. Both of them. They're like sun-kissed oranges in my dreary life. The more I think about the more it comes off as in a Tim Burton movie. I don't wanna rant here. My blog is supposed to be my sweet escape. Though by now, with an accumulation of pessimistic posts, it more of a cape cod. 

Later.